Taken (For the five)

[Roland]

Still crouched behind the bed while dots and the opponent go at it, I whisper at the others.

Dots and I know each other, yes; I trust his appetite. He's our distraction; we need a plan...and fast.

I quickly take in the surroundings. Four walls, high ceiling, everything white...

Everything white....

The bright white glare of the room that so hurt our eyes when we awoke still fills the room, reflecting off our white clothes and the white sheets of the beds.

The beds...clean and sterile. Not bolted to the floor...open binders and handcuffs...

A plan begins to formulate.

Do as I do.

I pull a sheet off the nearby bed and rip it to pieces that I tie around my hands, feet, head and neck, concealing all exposed body parts. In the white glare of the room, it renders my physical form very hard to make out clearly or see at all, and only the slit I left for eyes gives me away.

Today we would play ninjas.

ENVIRONMENTAL FACTOR: Roland is 90% invisible until bloodied or the environment is altered.

[Sean Barker]

Mitsoumi watched the boy, wondering what was going on, his head slowly tilting side to side as he was just standing there. He only saw Dots right now, cause he was the one attacking. Dots had taken to the air and was on the move to come down crashing into Mitsoumi. His mouth hung open in a sadisticly mindless smile as his form changed once more, the bulk going away as he reached back his fist, an extreme charge of electricity as if pulled from the walls itself. The charge would be in his fist as he sent it hurtling towards the boys heel.

A sadistic laugh would erupt from the boy as he sent the electricity flying through his arm to channel into Dots leg.

Mitsoumi's stats:
Str: 156
Dex: 80
Con: 60
Wis: 79
Int: 10
Cha: 5

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille watched as dots went flying. Electroshock...that was enough jolts to send someone onconscious for months....she wondered what homi was making for dinner, and how she was missing it. She growled her stomach aching. However she got to her feet suddenly and looked at the gunsman. He had a plan, so he nodded and followed along. Taking the sheet she was a tad better at concealing, coming with naturally being a girl. She was sovered in minutes her silver hair slightly poking out as it reflected the light.

Bastille suddenly slammed her fist into on of the metal beds getting the result she wanted. A peice of the silver bed post came undone slightly and she worked quickly to unscrew it apart with her fingers. She was done in an instant holding her wepon. she tore at the sheets wrapping them like bandags against the silver. she then went back holding it and standing close to the walls. She held the stance firm...

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

ah i flew down tward the Kid i felt his Aura changed this confused me like all getout, peoples aruas are like a power id and normaly dont act like this. as i was about to slam in to him i was ZApPeD. the electric charge sent me flying and i slamed in to the wall and i coughed up a bucket load o blood and chuncks of what i was hoping wasent my lungs. CRAP ShenKiTrai was Wearing me out i couldent keep it up the rush, oh that rush it gave me at the being had now faded to pure agony and more hunger, i had to calm my aura now or else i felt i would die. as my arua went to narmal nolonger visible to the human eye i was stuck by a over welming jolt of pain that felt like a gaint bowl of ramen was crushing every bone in my body, my body flaled around the floor as i screamed in pain, I have now felt the hidden side of ShenKiTrai. i rolled under the nearest bed to try and stay safe still screaming in bloody pain this dude i had no chance against, at least not alone.

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Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Constitution: 1.25
Wisdom: 11
Intelligence: 11
Charisma: 9

[Masaru]

Do as I do.

Seeing what Roland was doing right when he took off the sheets, Masaru quickly copied. He was fairly better at making ninja outfits, so Masaru needed to rip the sheets less, He ended up wearing a thin layer of sheet all over him with barely big enough holes on the top for his eyes. If you think about it, he kind of looked like a mummy, except not as overly wrapped, so he still had enough movement to do whatever was needed. Since he kept most of his moveability over camoflage, Masaru was slightly easier to spot out. Maybe instead of 90% invisibility he had 80-85%, and not to mention the big red spot that seeps through the sheets, thanks to Dots, Masaru now has maybe 50% invisibility or less.

[olesya]

[ooc: Sorry for the absence, but Im without a computer.]

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Olesya felt the metal confines release and she dropped to the ground, a little less gracefully as usual because of the stiffness in her joints from staying in the same position for a long time, she rubbed the red marks on her wrists from where the bands had pressed into her skin. Her eyes watched the boy, the one with the side effects. The experiment they were all going to turn into. They had to defeat him.

She clenched her fists, though movement to the side of her caught her attention. Roland, and he was speaking to the girl and the other non-ramen-crazed boy who Olesya remembered from the hallway. Masaru. Roland was ripping the sheets of his bed and tying them around himself to make himself completely white...just like everything else around them! Olesya blinked, the monochromatic brightness playing tricks on her own eyes briefly before Roland'sfigure came back into view. They were going to trick the experiment boy.

Olesya turned to her bed picking up the sheet and ripping it into a few pieces. Two for her head, one above her eyes, one below, leaving a thin enough slit for her eyes to see through. A long piece for each of her feet that she wrapped around her feet. However, she wrapped them around her toes and the top of her foot wrapping to the back where she tied it behind her heel. The bottom of her foot would not be visible as she was standing btu it would allow her to be able to keep a grip on the floor. If she had wrapped her whole foot, the fabric would slip on the floor, hindering her performance.

She took the remainder of the fabric to wrap around her hands, each individual finger to keep movement in her hands, wrapping up her wrists and forearm to tie beneath the hem of her white shirt. White ninjas...she really hoped this would work.

Once she had finished wrapping herself up, she turned her nondescript, featureless head back to Roland to see what's next.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille turned to Roland.

“back in the days I was in Japan, and Europe, doing my own personal agent work I was forced into a situation similar to this, he will use other senses besides site to find us, if we want to confuse him more we need to move in time with each other keeping our sounds the same yet spread out through out the room. I propose surrounding him and walking in a circle around him. It will give him noises to distract him with however he wont see us so running at us wont be his first move. If we attack, we can attack once from all sides, I hope the majority of us know how to jump without making more sound then if they where walking. Continued attacks will take their toll on him im sure of it…its just..how much can we take in the process, and we have to avoid his aura. It seems to be electricity…we will defiantly need the element of surprise.”

Bastille said wearily her eyes now watching him. They began to change slightly. They looked almost like cat eyes as they moved so fast to keep up with all his muscle movements. However her eyes if side glanced only appeared to be perfectly still. Bastille went to her bed. There was usually rubber some where in the beds. She ripped at it as quietly as possible and found some in the inner mattress pulling at it until it formed a stretchy lining. She undid the white fabric from her sword just enough to place some rubber to make a handle. She then wrapped it all back up in white and stepped back ready to go. She looked like she was wearing an oversized kimono the way she had the sheets draped over here, yet to weary eyes she would not be seen. Bastille glorified herself in the fact she could fight in almost any outfit.

She then looked at dots and rolled her eyes. She would leave him alone. Going to him would only bring more attention to him. Not only that but his bloody would sully her outfit. She wasn’t allowing herself to get cut up either.

[Sean Barker]

When Dots was down finally Mitsoumi calmed, his smiled becoming small and nothing more than a grin, his aura subsiding, as his attributes went back to normel. He simply walked around not caring what was there or going on, he seemed.... Distant. Not completely there, more a shell with a simple thought pattern, he looked at the beds with a curious expression as he noted they had been ripped up in some cases, or where missing sheets. He'd scratch his head and continue on.

Sean's voice came over the speaker once again.

"I see you are smarter than I gave you credit for, but thats not the purpose of this field test."

The light would go out for only a few seconds before a red light would illuminate the room throwing easy to see shadows and took away alot of their invisibility. Then Sean's voice came over the speaker again, with a simple command as Mitsoumi's eyes fell on the whote garbed ninjas.

"Get'em."

Mitsoumi's body and aura would pulse as it went to his legs and he darted towards Roland, twisting back as he turned into a harshly thrown elbow smash aimed for Roland's gut as Mitsoumi slid with legs slightly wide apart and bent.

Mitsoumi's stats:
Str: 40
Dex: 80
Con: 30
Wis: 40
Int: 10
Cha: 5

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille growled loudly.

“HEY BASTARD, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND LET US WORK! YOUR ANNOYING VOICE GETS ON MY NERVES!”

She hissed and ripped off her outfit going back down to her shirt and pants all in white. Her crimson eyes seem to adjust suddenly to his muscle movements and she watched him with no miss. She saw him head for Roland, forcing her to use her speed to make it. She wouldn’t make it quite in time due to her eyes being focused on an entire body + aura and Bastille let herself slip into a fighting set of mind. She thought of nothing as she jumped in the air using nothing but a broken bed. She would try to slam her metal post into his pressure point in the back of his neck quickly flinging herself backward to avoid attacks. She would stare her face unreadable as she held her makeshift saber in a stance. She let herself prepare to move quickly.

“Hey you…mind focusing yourself and taking this little girl seriously…don’t waste your time with ‘them’” she said in a weirder voice. It was like a soft, intelligent, and elegant voice compared to Bastilles normal angry, and ruff voice. She was simple letting her mind be taken over by the adrenaline coursing through her body. So much so that it made her muscles spasm. She suddenly dashed to the side not going towards him but rather taunting him by running in a circle.

She…was becoming the bait.

[Masaru]

After seeing how Dots got completely owned, Masaru knew that this 'test' here wasn't really a test. Unless he wanted to see thier skills, the only reason for this is to show us that he is in controll, and possibly make us that there is no way out for us. Or he could be showing us what could happen to us if the testing goes well.

On a side note, now that the room is all red, Masaru's outfit actually got a fair boost to invisibility, besides the shadows, Masarus outfit was mostly red to begin with from Dots spewing blood on him... Sometimes bad things can turn out to be good given time.

Luckily, Masaru has been in situations before where the enemy beat the crap out of him to show what they could do, which has increased Masaru's stamina greatly. The fact that he probably had the most stamina out of the five didn't really mean much since Masaru wasn't that good in the fighting department due to his small amount of strength. He believed the only one near to his strength would be Roland due to how smarter people usually do not use thier time on making themselves stronger. When he gets out of here, Masaru would probably change that so that he could actually put up a fight if later things like this arose. This field test could be a way to test our abilities as a group, so Masaru, being almost all red, was practically invisible in this red light besides his shadow, so he began to hide in the shadows of the beds and the other captives, preparing for hit and run tactics.

[olesya]

The voice of their captor spoke out again, catching onto their game and playing another trump card. Olesya blinked as the lights went out but her expression changed to confused and horrid realization: He could see them now. Whereas before when everything was white under the white light, it was now all doused in red. It was kind of like that thing dentists did to your teeth to show off all the plaque.

But perhaps they still had an advantage: With the ninja garb they all looked similar, be it red or white. If they worked together on their attacks they could still confused the doped up opponent (What exactly had that monster done to him anyway?!)

While Bastille was distracting the boy with her womanly wiles (*fist pump*), Olesya turned to Masaru and Roland. "We can still outwit him. While he is distracted by Bastille and the Ramen kid, we can coordinate our attacks. Like this we look similar so he may have difficulty distinguishing between us, and if we attack in coordination, we could beat him."

She voiced her idea, waiting for their opinion. They may not all known each other too well, and their fighting styles may be totally different but one thing was for sure: If they didn't work together to get out of this, they wouldn't be getting out at all.

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

"We can still outwit him. While he is distracted by Bastille and the Ramen kid, we can coordinate our attacks. Like this we look similar so he may have difficulty distinguishing between us, and if we attack in coordination, we could beat him."

i was still screaming in pure angony and pain as Olesya said this, but at least the change in the lighting of the room made the blood puddle builting up under the bed less distigusible. Calming my self i slid with the energy i had left over to the edge of the bed and replyed,

" um i dont think i can........fight............ShenKiTrai Has Backlash i was....ent.....ready...for..."

as i said this i had a constrant stream of blood pouring out of my mouth. Crap the pain i must never let this happen again i must become stronger........i dont want to have to reliy on ShenKiTrai.......i Must... If i was stronger i could have save ....d him .......he dident have to die.......Why the old man Why..... I would become stronger For him and,........The rush..... oh the rush................,as i finished my internal monolouge i smelled RAMEN i was prety sure i was hulicinating.

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Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Constitution: 1.25
Wisdom: 11
Intelligence: 11
Charisma: 9

6 more posts till norm stat

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille listened in but said nothing keeping her eyes focused on her target. If she took her eyes off even for a moment she would have trouble getting her eyes used to his muscle movement again. However just because her eyes where fast enough to keep up with im didnt mean her body was though speed was definatly one of her more outstanding qualities. She would have to use that in this fight. She the others discuss making sure this guys focus was on her no matter the damage she recieved. She would take the hit for the team. She had realised a while ago, this was not only to establish who had power in the lab, but their powers combined in a group as well as apart. judging on those things they would move to teh next level...or it could just be a fun little game to the bitchy bastard up in the convient little watching room. she kept her face emotionless as she watched. His muscles seemed to be vibrating yet relaxed. This worried her slightly. She readied herself for anything.

[Sean Barker]

Sean noticed that they where beginning to get alittle rowdy, and fighting back, but he had the information he needed, they had been analized from moving, planning, and most of the information came from the war against the Enforcers, but he got it. He shut down the lights, and the door opened, 5 Enforcer Captains would rush in, and tackle Mitsoumi, injecting him with drugs, as the big guy fell unconciouse.

They then turned to the 5. And grinned. The door shut and it was completely dark, the 5 would find themselves unconciouse and in chairs strapped down with IV dripps.

((OoC: You all get 30 experience for this, sorry for being slow. All of you are given a lvl 3 Skip, you can wake up in your chairs and wait, or be taken to the cell, all 5 of you will be taken to the same cell, and RP together. Bastille please reply to the thread set up for you. You all will be given a surprise in the next threads you make.))

[olesya]

*Shoom* The eerie sound of a hole bunch of lights turning off at once, and Olesya could hear footsteps as multiple men came in, she could make out their silhouettes from the light streaming in the door until that too closed, bathing them in darkness. What was this? A new twist? Olesya bent her knees, arms up defensively against an enemy she couldn't see, her ears and eyes as alert as she could be.

The sound of shuffling and bodies being lowered to the ground soon followed but Olesya was frozen where she stood, she couldn't run because she couldn't see, she'd probably end up running into someone. The next thing she knew, an arm gripped her around the neck from behind and a needle was thrust into her arm. It was like time was slowing down and she could feel her muscles weakening as she fell unconscious, and she would have been able to see her world go black had the lights not been out already.


[W00t, 30 exp! *drool*]