Madcap Adventures [IC]

[Small Foxx]

New York. It seemed as though everything important that happened in the world went down in that massive city, home to the majority of Earth's most prominent heroes, villains, and vigilantes. It was hailed as both a refuge for 'anomalies' and the primary battleground in the fight for their right to exist. Not a day went by when there wasn't something going on. There were entire communities where humans dare not tread uninvited, but such thriving communities were also often victimized by roving bands of anti-anomaly organizations. Entire families went missing in the dark of night, and those that returned – few as they were – just weren't the same as they had been. It was honestly a tragedy, and so very few people cared.

The Avengers were supposed to protect everyone. That's what they said they'd do. But there was an astounding number of "heroes" that kept their noses out of government business until it managed to find direct impact on their own life. Whatever the case, enhanced individuals of the world were severely underrepresented and under-protected. It was just about time that somebody did something about that.

For many, their fate was to spend the rest of their days confined to The Raft, the most intimidating prison that Earth could muster. Nobody knew where it was, only that the only people to have ever escaped were Ant-Man, Scarlet Witch, Falcon, and Hawkeye with the aid of their fearless leader, Captain America. Everyone else suffered, never to be heard from again. There were no phone calls or letters, no care packages or visits. It was the world's very first ultra-super-maximum prison, even more locked down than the Ice Box -- a SHIELD prison that almost nobody knew even existed.

Among those shoved into one of the many too-small cells was the one they called Cybele. Well, the humans called her Anya (her given name), but anyone that knew what was good for them called her Cybele. One might think that it was an absolutely ridiculous idea to house her in The Raft. She manipulated plants, water, and metal, all of which the prison had an abundance of in and around itself. However, she was easily kept at bay through heavy sedation that forced her into a 24/7 coma. Doctors -- or what passed for them there -- tended her round the clock to make sure her dosage was strong enough to keep her under -- but not kill her --, to roll her over to prevent bedsores and to make sure that she stayed alive. She wasn't the only one, either. There were many anomalies that were considered too powerful to be allowed even the right to stay awake so that they might consciously endure their forever sentence. Some of them didn't even know they were imprisoned, only that they couldn't wake up. That was one of the scariest parts about being on The Raft. When an anomaly disappeared from the civilized world, everyone assumed they were headed for The Raft. But when someone disappeared from The Raft, nobody knew where they were headed.

The Raft would soon have to update their days without escapes board because something was brewing among the inmates. With the world setting itself back to order, the World Security Council was swift in mobilizing Sentinel Services to round up those that had been using their powers and tech with reckless abandon in the absence of law enforcement with the strength to subdue them. Happy fun time had come to an end and it was time to throw them into the jail under the sea and do away with the key. But they couldn't catch everyone...

[ @Quake @Polaris North @MrCalcium ]

 

[Quake]

Absolute Zero: The Winters Brothers
The Raft

Lying on the cell floor with his eyes shut, a young sorcerer meditated in silence, attempting to block out the extreme amounts of heat that were being pumped into his cell all hours of the day. His name was Victor Winters, the Frostbringer; a former member of the Masters of the Mystic Arts and the elder of the Winter siblings currently held imprisoned aboard the Raft. Exhausted and dehydrated, The young magician had lost track of how long the two had been aboard the ocean prison, but he knew it was vital they escape it. If not him, at least his brother Isaiah, who he could clearly see across the hall in the cell opposite his own. Despite his own distress, Victor couldn't help but feel sympathy for his kid brother. After all, he only had to deal with an annoying level of heat. The same could not be said for Isaiah.

Across the hall in his cell, Isaiah exhaled heavily as sweat dripped from his brow, his muscles fatigued from trying to break his chains day after day. The younger Winters boy had been chained to the cell walls by his limbs in a horizontal manner, permanently suspending him a couple feet off the ground. Adding in the same amount of heat into his cell as Victors, and Isaiah was having a less than optimal time. For as long as he had been pulling and fighting against his restraints, there had been little progress to show for it apart from a tiny hairline crack that had formed on one of the supporting braces on the walls.

Swearing under his breath, Isaiah violently yanked once more to no avail. He knew it probably wouldn't do any good, but he was a stubborn kid. He had to try.

"Goddamnit," he muttered, relaxing his muscles and conceding on his efforts for the moment. Raising his head up, Isaiah blinked away the sweat and looked across the hall at his elder who was deep in some sort of trance. Figures, he grumbled. Of course he's doing that weird heebie jeeby praying thing again. Maybe he'll find a way to pray us out of here!

Suddenly, Victors eyes shot open, and the pair locked eyes from across the room. Without saying a single word, Isaiah knew something was up. Victor had risen from his position on the floor and was now staring out of his cell, his eyes darting around the hall; from the doors to the cameras to the guards that occupied the exits.

Back on the other side, the elder Winters could sense something was going to happen. He wasn't quite sure what exactly, but he had been shaken from his meditation by a feeling unlike any other. One thing was clear to him. They were getting out. Glancing over at Isaiah, Victor silently mouthed two words to him through the glass.

Get Ready.

 

[Polaris North]

Charlotte Ocampo
The Raft​

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Charlotte had always been careful not to get caught by Sentinel Services. After all, that practically meant the end of any superpowered individual as they're sent to The Raft and never seen again. Many vigilantes, such as herself, have devised multiple ways of ducking out of the way whenever they came to apprehend. It was always so fun to give them a run for their own money. Of course, that also meant she was living life on the fine line between living life to the fullest as both a vigilante and a writer and living life locked up in a cell somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Truly, a terrifying thought. Her parents had been harboring her secret for as long as she can remember and they intend to take it to their graves, for which she is eternally thankful. She is sure, however, that they know of her being a vigilante if the worried and concerned looks they shoot her way is any indication. ​

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But there was no turning back now. Someone had to stand up for their rights and if she could help for even the tiniest amount, then she was putting herself out there.​

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But the someone approached her. He was a relatively unassuming man with a kind smile and glasses to hide the brewing chaos clear in his eyes. He spoke of true freedom and being able to help many. He spoke of things you would have only dreamed of as a mutant. Equal rights. But of course, no one would give you a pitch like that without expecting something in return. And as such, he asked of her one favor - to break those who had obtained the WMA designation out of The Raft. She remembered how shocked she was as she stared at him with the most ridiculous expression on her face. Breaking someone out of The Raft was practically impossible! The only ones to ever do it were the people from Avengers! Surely, after that, they improved security so that they would avoid something like that happening ever again.​

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He understood her apprehension. No sane person would accept that kind of proposition without any sense of certainty. And apparently, this man already had a plan. It wasn't a full proof plan and it involved her actually getting caught on purpose - but without them knowing her real mutant power. He gave her technology that would be enough to trick anyone into thinking she was dangerous enough. It was in the user not to the tech, after all. They had been slow to build reputation so it seems natural. She had taken a fake identity so as to not involve her parents into it. She'd requested a break from her editor. Everything was perfect.​

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The Sentinel Services had made a big show of her capture. The "villain" Eagle Eye had been captured. Without her armor and her equipment, she was practically useless so they forcefully removed them from her and threw it into a vault and then threw her inside a cell meant to... do nothing. It was just a plain cell. No being held down, no sedatives, no special conditions. It was perfect. They had no protection against electrical attacks from within when electric users such as herself aren't dampened by any effects. And currently, she was brimming with electrical energy. The hum of The Raft's electrical system was invigorating. It was a big system but with the correct amount of voltage inserted in it, she could have it malfunction easy. She imagined they had a couple of emergency generators that can be kickstarted when the mainframe goes down, but that would take a minute or two which is enough time for any superpowered individual to gather their thoughts and get out. There was a risk that an actual superpowered criminal would get out in the escape, but she'd burn that bridge when she gets there.​

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Charlotte was given a three day rest. She had to make a convincing fight after all and it made her tired. Life at The Raft was boring as all hell. Nothing much happens and the guards were even more boring... if they bothered to pass by her. Food was bland too. They usually just monitored them by camera - inside her jail cell. Which was all the more fantastic because they gave her a conduit.​

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She stood up and stretched her limbs. "Yeah, I think it's time to get out." She mumbled to herself. Leaning against the wall, she took a deep breath to track their mainframe. It took her a few minutes to map it out before nodding to herself. She turned to the camera and waved at it. And that was the last thing the camera could pick up as she let out nearly all of her reserves. Not a second later, everything started to malfunction. The doors to the cells opened, the alarm won't sound off, lights flickered wildly, cameras wouldn't feed information to the guards.​

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She saw someone escape, the one in front of her. Charlotte nodded to herself and collected her breath before stepping out.​

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Time to join the chaos, get them, and get out.​

 

[Small Foxx]

Of all the things the World Security Council -- and the world at large -- never believed would happen on the Raft (a second time, at least) was a Code Red. They had a system that kept their prisoners in check: human prisoners were kept in low-tech cells and nobody was allowed to bring so much as a digital watch near them; enhanced prisoners underwent rigorous "physicals" at the hands of Sentinel Services to analyze their powers and weaknesses before being placed in a cell designed specifically to prevent them from using their powers to escape; every cell was like a mini solitary confinement, and the prisoners were never allowed to leave -- there was no cafeteria, no chance to whisper among each other. Contact with another living being was almost entirely restricted save for that moment when a prisoner received their meal or was called upon for medical examinations.

But somebody beat that system.

They knew who it was as soon as the systems went down, and the entire facility entered a state of absolute panic. Members of the medical team rushed to the presumed safety of isolated chambers reserved for escape in the off-chance that a system failure might cause the Raft's system to be compromised. The backup plan they never thought they'd need. Guards clutched their weapons tighter and suited up in full SWAT gear while someone phoned Secretary of Defense Ross to let him know what was happening, praying that they sent Sentinel Services or even a member or two of what was left of the Avengers. The simple fact of the matter was that the guards were simply not equipped to take on their prisoners. It was Sentinel Services that had been trained to track, capture, and sometimes even kill anomalies. Raft guards were all prior military, some even former agents of SHIELD, but to take on hundreds of angry super-powered lifeforms was so far out of their wheelhouse.

Most of the prisoners, contrary to public belief, actually weren't violent criminals and maniacs. But when you take a person and steal them away from everything they've ever known and loved, branded them a monster, and shoved them into near absolute isolation for years -- or even just a few months -- it would cause something to snap in just about anyone. Maybe they weren't a monster before, but they'd surely been made into them. Perhaps not monsters, but desperate for certain. Almost none of them hesitated to take full advantage of the situation, swiftly breaking free of their confines the moment the chance arose. Attacking others wasn't the MO for the majority of them. They just wanted to escape. A few were gunned down, at which point even the nonviolent ones realized that they may have to bloody their hands if they hoped to get out alive and see the light of day again. Some tried to avoid it, doing their best to hide behind others and sneak around to look for an exit.

On the deepest level of the Raft there were entire wings dedicated to one or two individuals. Those guards were the only ones that stood half a chance against the horde fighting their way to the surface. They never ventured above their floors or beyond their wings because who they guarded required constant vigilance. They guarded the ones that required medically-induced comas, the ones that Sentinel Services hated to pursue only because they knew their friends would die before their quarry went down. The ones that were as good as dead.

On one of these floors, Anya began to stir. She'd been trapped in her own consciousness for two years, hearing everything going on around her but never able to do anything about it before slipping back into a fitful slumber that could have gone on for eternity. When she heard the world around her this time, she knew it was different. There would be no going back to sleep again. Not now. The monitors. She couldn't hear them whirring and beeping. She couldn't feel the ebb of drugs being pumped into her system to keep her under. What she could feel was her body fighting off the toxins that remained, her accelerated healing metabolizing the threat out of her system. She could feel herself coming back to life.

As she began to regain feeling, the groggy mutant pulled the tube shoved down her throat and rolled out of bed, crashing onto the floor. Between the tube's extraction and her sudden tumble, Anya was forced to vomit until her throat was raw, expelling a week's worth of liquid nutrients and the remainder of her sedation. Clawing at the electrodes and IV connected to her, she glanced at the door. Fuck… Her head was still pounding, her vision blurry. Her first battle in the breakout was with gravity and nausea as she tried to pull herself off the floor and keep from falling over. Anya's strength was coming back, but it was a difficult journey without earth to draw from. Strength could be drawn from metal and water, but metal was still and lifeless, and the water was so far away -- there just wasn't enough in the pipes. Plants and soil truly gave her life.

Still, she would have to make do with what she had. Anya reached a hand skyward, sensing the water flowing through the pipes all around the vast complex. All it needed was a little… nudge. With a fair amount of concentration, she forced the water to halt entirely in one spot above her, blocking the constant flow. Within moments, the build caused the pipes to begin creaking against the strain of trapped liquid with nowhere to go as more built up. Another nudge and the metal ceiling screeched with tearing, forming a jagged hole above her. The water wouldn't be much use if it was just flooding the ceiling. It didn't take long for the pipe to burst, causing a small deluge to pour over her trembling body, soaking her down to her bones. She cried out at the iciness of it, but it felt so damn good.

Now touched by nature's soothing hands, her strength returned with vigor. As she became strong enough to stand unaided, Anya headed for the door. The guards outside were waiting with guns poised, ready to riddle her with bullets. Unfortunately, they weren't up to the task of taking her on. Her captors had counted on her sedation to slow her down and weaken her in any escape attempt, making her easy prey. They were not prepared for her to be aware of herself and her surroundings enough to put up too much of a fight.

"Anya Aurieux! You are ordered to return to your cell immediately. Failure to comply will resu--"

The officer in charge felt confident as he barked out his command, gesturing towards her bed with his weapon. His words were cut short by the sudden removal of his head from his shoulders. "It's Cybele, you cretin." The bloodstained mutant looked upon her victim with a cold, green gaze. There wasn't a hint of fear in her as gunfire rang out around her. Fingers slipped upon triggers and the goal was to eliminate her with extreme prejudice. It wasn't long before every single round in their guns was used up, and there were no extra magazines for them to start up again. Unfortunately for them, the sopping woman was more than prepared for their onslaught. They stood there slack-jawed at the sight of their bullets circling around her figure like an asteroid belt. Before they had the chance to run or even scream, the bullets flung themselves through their bodies, painting the surrounding area crimson before returning to orbit her body.

Barefoot and pissed, Cybele decided that it was time to fucking go, making her way through the labyrinth. Each foe she encountered died before they knew what was happening, taken down by a bullet that would fly through their skulls and return to its post. Each step she took brought her more will go on, more strength. She would not die here, nor would she live here any longer. Cybele was determined to escape even if she had to kill a thousand more. They would not hold her -- they could not hold her.

 

[Quake]

Absolute Zero: The Winters Brothers
The Raft

The moment the cell doors slid open, Victor sprung into action. Grabbing the small glass of water he'd been given with his meal, Frostbringer flung its contents at the nearest guards, freezing it into icicle shards that pierced and skewered them into the wall.

"Isaiah!" he yelled, running over to his brothers cell. Freezing the chains with a simple spell, Isaiah and Victor worked together to break the chains holding the younger brother. Once freed, the two pushed out of the cell back out into the hallway. Unlike the more crowded areas of the Raft, the two Winters brothers had been placed in a section for those with ice and cold based abilities. As such, there was only a total of three other inmates with them, all of which had fled out into the other parts of the Raft immediately after Victor had killed the guards.

"Vic.." Isaiah moaned. still both exhausted and dehydrated. "You gotta do something man. You gotta freeze this damn ship so we can get out of here!"

"I can't! If I do that I'll condemn everyone on this ship to death! It would be a frozen tomb!"

"Who gives a shit? Most of the people here are criminals, V! Bad guys! People who deserve it! The worlds not gonna miss a few superpowered scumbags who disappeared at the bottom of the ocean! I-"

"Isaiah!" Victor's interruption demanded attention and respect. "This is not up for discussion. Okay? Im not doing it."

Suddenly, loud footsteps could be heard barreling down the corridor. Bursting through the door with quickness, a large amount of guards charged towards the brothers, fully armed and ready for a fight.

"Fuck me! Isaiah swore. "Well if you're not gonna freeze this hunk of junk then figure something out! Hurry! I'll hold them off!" Isaiah crawled to his feet and bum rushed the oncoming Raft forces with what little energy he had in him, kicking and punching for all he was worth. He was far too drained and dehydrated to summon the Aegis armor he needed, but if he could just hold them off for long enough, he knew his brother would come up with a solution to get them out. He always did.

As Isaiah brawled with the guards and did what he could to slow their progress, Victor racked his brain searching for a way out. He didn't know the layout of their prison, nor did he have the current magic energy to cast spell and spell and blast their way out. He'd have to make due with only one, maybe two powerful spells and hope they were enough. But which ones? The Frostbringer searched through his thoughts, remembering all the spells and magic he'd studied during his time at the Kamar-Taj.

"Any minute now!" Isaiah's voice rang out through the brawling in the hallway. Even in a fight, his voice was annoying.

"I've got it i've got it," Victor repeated, summoning up the magic energy deep within him. The brothers needed something to get them through the ship without drawing too much attention to themselves, and Victor had just the thing. A big distraction. Bracing himself in the center of the room, the ice sorcerer slammed both his palms onto the floor, as magic energy began to radiate from him. The room dropped in temperature rapidly, and a large portal opened up above his head, revealing a frozen land of ice and darkness on the other side.

"9 Realms, Ice Dimension,
Frozen through space and time,
Fight for me in time of need,
Frost Beast of the Jotunheim!"

A guttural roar echoed from the portal and through it charged a Frost Beast, hungry and enraged. Despite it being on all fours, the creature's head alone was twice the size of a regular man, and its muscled back and body nearly touched the ceiling. It's breathe smelled of rotting corpses, and it growled ferociously as it eyed the Raft guards.

"Holy. Shit." Isaiah whispered under his breathe in awe. The fighting had temporarily ceased as he and the guards stared up at the behemoth that was now in the middle of the room.

"Go!" Victor ordered, pointing ahead towards the door that led into the main sections of the prison. "Do your worst!" With a second powerful roar, the Beast took off, trampling down the nearby guards and stabbing them with it's forked tail. Bursting through the doorway out into the rest of the Raft, the Frost Beast tore through guard and prisoner alike, destroying everything and anything that it crossed paths with.

"What the hell was that thing, Vic?" Isaiah asked, as he headed back to Victor who had fallen on the floor from exhaustion. The summoning of the Beast had taken a lot out of Victor, but he wasn't done yet.

"A monster from another planet," he replied as Isaiah eyed him in disbelief. "It's a long story, but I got it a couple years ago during the period of the Blip. Turns out saving Frost Giants on an icy rock in the middle of nowhere can have its perks...occasionally. C'mon," he motioned. "let's get the hell out of here before anything else happens."

"Right..." Isaiah replied, pausing as he thought to himself. "So when do I get one?"

 

[MrCalcium]

Yua Hiraoka, the Trickster
It was a rather boring and relaxed day, as per usual. For Yua daily life was very simple, wake up, take a shower, do something to entertain herself a little, eat and then go to sleep. Such was life in the Raft for this mutant. She was stuck in a cell that was on its own wing, dedicated just to her and her unique power. While being alone like this got lonely quite fast, she was entertained knowing that they saw her as such a problem that they had to isolate her from everyone else. The main danger of her came from the fact she could manipulate people very well, therefore her whole cell was isolated from sound or vision, the only light that she got being from a worthless little bulb at the middle of the ceiling.

Today though, today would be very different. When she was first caught, a mystery party let her know that there would be a day coming where she would get out with a group of other prisoners. She has been waiting patiently for that day to come and today it was finally here! She had been sitting on her bad waiting patiently, for hours now, and that's when it finally happened. The lightbulb in her cell went out and she heard the electronic lock of the door unlock itself. However, she had to play her cards right here. The guards outside her cell actually had very little knowledge of what her powers could do.

To the guards outside it was simply as if the cell had been lucky to not be hit by the power outage. Little did they know though, they were in for a ride that they would not be get out of. It was then the two were not paying attention that they would see a small girl, a child of no older than 10, was standing in the same hallway as them. "Hi misters! Do you want to play with me~?" As the girl ran away giggling, the two knew that it was impossible for this girl to be here but... they just had to see what was going on, the desire for knowledge was too strong for them to ignore this. Figuring the cell door was still locked they chased after her.

The girl had led them into an area used for storage of supplies for this wing. They had no idea what was happening as they heard the footsteps of the girl echoing through the room along with her rather sinister giggles. The two guards were getting scared because they knew this was no simple illusion, it was something worse. They had no idea what it was, but they could feel something bad was upon them. They slowly walked around as they would only catch glimpses of the girl running past them, and they began shooting. Their bullets missed every time because well, their shots were purely from panic. While they decided to stick together at first, they unknowingly split up from each other.

It was when one of the guards would see the girl stand that he fired a barage of bullets at her, only for her to move out of his vision again, and revealing the dead body of the other guard, which he had unknowingly killed. He fell into a state of panic, tears rolling downs his cheeks as he desperately tried to find a way out. But everything was like it was distorted, nothing made sense to him anymore, and he kept hearing the giggles of the girl coming closer. It was when he felt himself tripping that he looked up at the ceiling, feeling the presence of the girl coming closer.

The girl giggled and peered over him, a somewhat warped smile on her face with her lips spreading across her cheeks. She spoke to him as she held out a knife she took from the other guard. "Don't worry mister. It's time for you and..." as she was speaking, her appearance shifted back to that of Yua. "...me as well, to go. Goodbye!" As she said this, the last thing the guard saw was Yua coming down on him with the knife, feeling it stab into his throat as his vision faded and he slowly died.

Yua got back up straight and rubbed her hands together. "Alright now that I took care of this... time to find the rest of my group! Sorry it had to end like this for you two. Well at least I made it pretty quick hehe~." She slowly began walking out of the storage room and towards the exit of her wing. She had taken on the appearance of a guard so she would not be attacked or stopped by the other guards. Whistling happily, she was almost skipping as she went. "Man I wonder how it is going in the other parts of this place. Lets hope those people I am supposed to meet up with don't get themselves killed. Oh well!"

 

[Polaris North]

Charlotte Ocampo
The Raft​

"Wow, I sure am glad I'm not on the other side of this onslaught." Charlotte thought to herself as she watched her fellow anomalies surge forward. At her level, most of them were typical humans who used their own technology to beat their opponents. It had made it easier for some of the guards to gun them down. However, with the show of obvious aggression, no one was going to give these people mercy. And even the normal human prisoners had skills beyond what they originally expected. Soon enough, there were cracked skulls and armed humans. They were furious and there was nothing to stop them from slaughtering anyone who got in their way of escape.

She could sympathize with them. She hated the three days she spent in The Raft - she couldn't imagine staying there for years. Charlotte would have gone crazy. She ducked down as someone flew above their heads like a bullet - slamming straight into a guard who was trying to pull out his secondary firearm when his primary now in the hands of a prisoner. The guard was smushed against the wall - fell off it and slumped on the ground. No doubt dead. Charlotte was surprised the guard didn't splatter from that speed. She found herself twisting away from a punch aimed at her and she grabbed the arm - staring straight into the guard's eyes. She swore she could see his eyes widen as her lips turned upward. "Big mistake." Charlotte said as electricity began to travel down her arm and into him. He let out a piercing scream of agony as he tried to claw at Charlotte's arm without strength before slumping down. She released the man and shook her head before turning around to proceed downwards.

"Yo, excuse me, coming through!" Charlotte had to call out as a hulking monster entered the space and blocked the passageway to the deeper levels. The monster grunted and lifted his arms that were blocking it and allowing Charlotte's passage. "Thanks buddy. And be careful and good luck." She patted his metal-like body. The monster let out a hum before roaring when bullets began to embed itself to him. Other anomalies barreled out of the way as he charged forward.

Charlotte is very glad that she doesn't have to fight that much. Aside from a few fried guards in her own floor, there wasn't much for her to do. With her going down instead of up to escape along with the rioting masses, most - if not all - of the guards were either incapacitated or dead so she didn't have to push herself to use more of her natural electricity. She still had to recover more of it before she could take on a squad in an instant. Making the entire facility malfunction wasn't an easy task - cut her some slack. Besides, who knows what else she would have to fry to get her targets out of this place. Or maybe none at all. Hell, she was confident that she only needed to get them out of the cells and they'd be able to get out without much issue.

How they were getting out, Charlotte was't sure. The benefactor mentioned that Cybele - one of the WMAs that was housed inside The Raft would know how to get out. In retrospect, trusting that guy so much shouldn't have been a good idea. There were told many unknowns yet here she was, doing the impossible. Did the impossible too. Impossible started to sound less like a fact and more of a challenge. She ran a hand through her hair as she pressed herself against the wall as an inferno flickered to life. "Be careful there!" She barked out to the burning man who gave her what looked like an apologetic look. She couldn't tell - between the burning head and simple nod. If the guards won't kill her, the other prisoners certainly might.

She thought that as an ice monster barrels through the crowd - killing both prisoners and guards with no regards. She scrunched up her nose in disgust. She could get the prisoners wanting to kill the guards as retaliation and also understand the guards for behaving like that - but to see someone so easily order something of their own creation mercilessly kill everyone with no regards to who they were put an unsettling knot on her stomach. "But... there's one person he warned about and that person is definitely this one. Great. She grumbled to herself as she carefully made her way to where the ice monster came from.

"You two being called Absolute Zero is definitely spot on." Charlotte loudly complained as a chill coursed through her body in the presence of multiple ice users. She turned fully to the two, now a wide grin plain on her face. Of course she recognized these two - or well, more like know of one and definitely has met the other. Isaiah was part of the whole vigilante thing. He's a bit hotheaded for his own good but their work together has yielded good results. "Ice Boy!" She proclaimed loudly, her wide grin only widening as she focused on the younger Winters brother. "I thought I'd find you here. Word around town you up and disappeared and we all just guessed they got you good. No shame there, just be thankful it was before this great escape."

She sauntered towards them. "Now, your knight in shining armor has arrived. We got more time to get who we need and go. You two are part of my mission. Boss told me to get you so here I am." She flourished a short bow. "If you two will follow me, there's one person who can get us off this place without having to-" She jabbed her thumb towards the outside - the unmistakable sound of fighting still going on. "It's just a quick trip down to the solitary levels. They're pretty much waiting for us." With that, she turned and began walking towards the pathway down to the deeper levels - to the more dangerous prisoners.

She was a bit apprehensive, she had to admit. Not because she thought the Winters brothers wouldn't follow her - either way, she could drag them both out of there if she had to - but because of the prisoners down below. The fact that they were in solitary confinement with guards posted at all times was a testament to their general instability and sheer power. Convincing them to join her under the order of the boss would be easy enough - anyone would want a quick way out. But the other prisoners she wasn't here to collect? What if they were hostile? She could certainly try to take them on, sure, but she wasn't sure how much she would be able to take. With a shake of her head to remove these thoughts, she proceeded down where the crowds were thinning until there were only a few prisoners left.

The stench of blood certainly permeated through the air and Charlotte could only hope her limbs would still be where they should be before she gets a chance to talk.

@Quake
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[Small Foxx]

Barefoot and dripping with blood, Cybele gradually began to pick up the pace. In less than a half-hour, she had dispatched nearly every guard on the floor that had been her special lonesome cage. Her body count had reached thirty-five. All she had to do now was to eliminate the remaining ten. They would be posted up at the elevator, the last line of defense to prevent her from escaping. Naturally, she wasn't worried. The mutant had burst nearly every pipe and set off all the sprinklers in her path. It was flooding fast, water starting to rush down the corridors and fill the rooms. It wasn't long before the water began to rise around her shins.

Turning a corner, she spotted three others. They weren't guards, that was for sure. Sentinel Services and Trask were the types to employ anomalies -- fighting fire with fire, right? -- but these people weren't those. If anything, the trio appeared to be on a different sort of hunt. "You should leave; I'm sinking this bitch and y'all don't look like you can breathe underwater," Cybele intoned casually in an accent that was an odd mixture of French and Southern. Her asteroid belt of bullets had come to a halt in their rotation before lifting above her head and forming a straight line. Three of them sped past the strangers and penetrated the skulls of the guards that came sliding around the corner.

 

[Quake]

Absolute Zero: The Winters Brothers
The Raft

"Oh, Thunderbird." Isaiah heaved an overexaggerated sigh at the sight of his former vigilante partner ."Goddamnit man." Isaiah turned to his brother, a defeated look on his face. "Is it too late to turn around and get back in our cells?"

Victor ignored his brother's quips, smiling kindly at their "savior." "I take it it's you we have to thank for all this?" Victor waved his hand towards all the pandemonium that had erupted throughout the Raft.

"Of course it's her. It's always her." Isaiah interrupted, his voice dripping with annoyed sarcasm. "Im telling ya, you really should have reconsidered using the whole turn-this-Raft-into-an-icebox plan. Would've saved us a lot of trouble." He mumbled the last part, eyeing Charlotte cautiously.

As their newest accomplice explained the situation and where they were headed, the brothers both had different thoughts running through their minds. Isaiah feared what powerful beings occupied the lowest part of the prisons. He and his brother were a powerful duo, but they were nowhere near 100 percent. Gritting his teeth in frustration at the whole shitty scenario they'd found themselves in, Isaiah followed Charlotte, attempting to mask any fear with his best "tough guy" routine.

Victor on the other hand, wasn't afraid of what might lie ahead. He'd seen too much, been through too many life threatening situations to worry. All that troubled him was the "Boss" that their newest friend had briefly mentioned. Who was he? What were his intentions? Breaking super powered beings out of the Raft was no small feat. An uncomfortable feeling stirred within him, and it was a feeling he found himself unable to shake.

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Having reached the lower parts of the Raft, the trio had nearly avoided death by bullets from a woman who seemed dead set on bringing down the prison.

"Jesus Christ!" Isaiah yelped and ducked as the bullets sped past his ear and into the guards behind them. "Goddamnit! This is why we don't follow Charlotte," he complained to his brother, who remained unflinching, eyes locked on the woman standing before them. She didn't seem to hold ill will towards them, as she could have killed them right there instead of taking out the guards. However, Victor wasn't taking any chances. Glancing towards Charlotte, Victor spoke calmly.

"Well? You started this mess. What's the plan?"

"Yeah!" Isaiah chimed in once more, ever the annoying one. "You do have one, right? I'd rather not drown if that's cool for you."

@Small Foxx @Polaris North

 

[MrCalcium]

Yua Hiraoka, the Trickster
Yua was walking and walking through the hallway when she realized she actually had no idea where she was going. This place was like some kind of maze, except less fun and with a bunch of looneys and guards running around. Well, not fun was subjective, for Yua this was pretty fun because she could go ahead and mess with people. Of course killing was always a fun side dish to this all, finally free from her constraints of that small cell she had been in for a while now. It was when she finally heard more people, likely guards, coming around the corner.

It was indeed two guards, but they would have no idea what was about to hit them. As they came across the corner, they saw the stature of a woman in the distance of the hallway. They would only realize what they were seeing after they stared for a solid ten seconds. It was half a woman's body, standing on top of her hands, with a menacing grin on her face. As the guards proceeded closer with caution, the creature charged forward at them with a hysterical laughter. Filled with terror, the two guards had no time to react as the creature had already passed them, no trace left.

Yua kept laughing as she proceeded to the exit of the wing, after a long time of searching. She found the big door and with the key card she had picked up earlier she exited her personalized wing. Now it was time to find the rest of the crew she was supposed to escape with. She had no idea where to go so she just went for the wing that was probably more populated.

She entered the wing and just as she did, she saw two guards getting a bullet to the head. Ahead was a group of four people, which looking at them, gave her a feeling that they were the people she is supposed to meet up with. But to give a great introduction, she went back to the form of half the body of the woman from before and began crawling across the floor, intestines dragging behind her. "Heeeeelp.... meeeeeeeee...." She began making a death rattle sound, slowly crawling closer. She ended up at Isaiah and took a hold of his ankle.

However, if they blinked, they would've missed it, well even if they didn't they would've, but suddenly the creature was reverted back to Yua. She was laying on the floor, hand still on Isaiah's ankle as she grinned up at them. "Hello there~! I assume you are the people I have to escape this place with. Name is Yua, glad to meet you all!"

@Small Foxx @Quake @Polaris North

 

[Polaris North]

Charlotte Ocampo
The Raft​

Charlotte gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. "Here I made the effort on breaking you out of the most secured prison in the entire world, saving you from complete isolation - and I don't even get a thank you." She shook her head, sighing dramatically. "You wound me Ice Boy. You should really work on that cold disposition of yours." She continued with a wide grin on her face. She wasn't going to pat her back for that joke but it did fit Isaiah, the boy who only knew how to sneer and scoff. But hey, you couldn't deny that they worked together well enough despite the obvious one-sided disdain.

She grinned at Victor as they were walking. Isaiah may be suspicious but his brother was less so. Or at least, less open about it. He had a serene aura around him. How these two could be brothers was anyone's guess. "I had some help with planning but yeah, this was all me." She had long since accepted that there was going to be bloodshed but honestly, they started it first. She gestured for the brothers to stay close, but not too close that they wouldn't be able to maneuver out of the way to not get hit.

When they reached the lower levels, they had finally come upon one of her missions. And she stood there, seemingly at full power and with water pooling into the room and rising fast. Charlotte raised a hand in greeting. "Bonjour!" She greeted with little fear as they faced Cybele. Despite the ominous asteroid belt of metal floating around her and the water rushing in, Cybele seemed oddly calm. Charlotte barely flinched when the bullets shot past them, slaughtering the guards behind. She looked at Isaiah and laughed. "Well, you still followed me didn't you?" At Victor's question and Isaiah's follow up, she raised her hands in mock surrender.

"Fine. Fine. Just calm down." She then used one hand to gesture towards Cybele before fully turning to her. "I'd usually start with a very long and drawn out introduction but let's stick with this. Hi, I'm Thunderbird and I was sent here to retrieve a specific list of WMAs which includes you, Cybele, and these two and-" She paused and electricity flared around her as she turned around - eyes wide as another had entered the wing. A half mauled woman crawling towards them. Charlotte was about to come closer and help when the woman had grasped onto Isaiah before reverting back to a completely healthy girl.

Yua.

"Yup. And her." Charlotte continued as if nothing had happened and turned back to Cybele. "Boss told me that you may have been informed about this. A... contingency plan, he said?" She continued, thinking back to her mysterious benefactor. "In any case, he said you can get us out. Preferably alive because he said he had to talk to us after this."

@Quake @MrCalcium@Small Foxx​

 

[Small Foxx]

Cybele stared at the lot of them. Hard. Her memory was still pretty fuzzy, but the faces were familiar at the very least. Not familiar enough for her to recall their names or where she knew them from, but familiar all the same. Except for the weirdo that introduced herself to the group as half a body; Cybele would definitely remember someone like her. She shifted her gaze to "Thunderbird" and arched a brow. "You don't look like any Thunderbird I know," she muttered under her breath. She was referring to, of course, the Proudstar brothers that had both, at one point in time, gone by the moniker until one decided Warpath was better. "And I haven't been informed of anything, nor do I know who your "boss" is; I've been in a medically-induced coma for the past two years, trapped in an underwater prison with a floor all to myself. Not exactly the ideal situation for passing notes in class." The haughty young woman rolled her eyes.

"I'm not quite sure why you or your employer would assume that I'd save any of you, though." Probably because that's just what she did. Cybele wasn't exactly small-time. Between her years as a member of the Brotherhood of Mutants and subsequently a vigilante, she made a name for herself. Helping mutants and other "anomalies" was always a priority for her. However, she wasn't a fan of being enlisted to a task without consent, regardless of how noble the intention was. She would help the other prisoners escape -- as many as she could -- but her main objective at the moment was absolutely self-preservation. Cybele was desperate to see the sky again, to feel the open air and curl her toes against soft grass and moist earth.

The water was rising, but she wasn't worried. It sloshed around her calves, rinsing away some of the blood. She fired off another handful of bullets, effectively eliminating the presence of guards on the floor. "Allons-y ," she sighed eventually. Cybele beckoned for them to follow her to the elevator. It was out of order, but that didn't stop her. The doors were pried open by an unseen force and water rushed in. "Zey keep jets in the hangar on the first floor, but zey are lowjacked; if you can disable that, I can fly it."