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"And down here we have majority of our humanized containment. They essentially do everything like us just a little.. Peculiar. We've trained them in intelligent teachings and often they choose the road of philosophy. Something about proving them wrong." Maybe he was a dad if he kept making those jokes, like a middle aged dad at that. Ronnie for the most part had led his new group of scientists in and out of his blocks of containment. He had been called some sort of odd hero who was known for "keeping everyone safe from monsters." Though initially some were against it, it changed the safety of those outside the walls, living normal lives. He's tall, a bit muscular and just a hint of stubble on his cheeks and chin. He looked around mid 30's, maybe mid 40's on a bad day. He turned, stopping the group of scientists before a large mechanical door with the words "BLOCK X" put out front. In fact, two heavily armed guards stood in front, commanded at ready as Mr. Adams turned back to the group. "I advise that although we have everything under control, you stay close to the ground and within the boarders of our trained fellows right here. Our captures here are nowhere near human, most likely will never be human. I warn you off the dangers now." @Visape

As Mr. Adams spoke, most of the spindly looking scientists returned polite laughs and small gestures of approval, obvious that most were trying to curry up favor with the billionaire. In the center of the crowd however, was one who made no attempt to entertain their benefactor or mingle with the other workers. Johnathan stood tall, eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the large blocky letters. The man's words... never will be human resonated deep within his mind, a deep disgust for not only the people across this door, but for himself as well.

@Kars sorry it's short, on the train atm)

"Now I'd love to chat but why don't we go through? Keep your hands to yourself and please, I ask, keep close to the group. We are under complete protection but it's better to be safe than sorry." With a wave of his hand there's a loud scraping of rusted metal before the door lifts upward and down the hall they walked. It's a long, clean and cold hallway that extends down the way showing a variety of different rooms. All have a digital clinical record on the front. Some are terrifying, big mangled teeth that as soon as they spotted the group they'd try to attack with no success. Most seemed normal, unhuman, creepy, other than the one woman at the end of the hallway. "So you see here at our production we keep people safest from these things. Big teeth, many eyes, the whole nine yards." @Visape (no issue!)

While Johna was quite tempted to split and follow his own curiosity, he knew better than to get on an employer's bad side, especially one as powerful and frankly dangerous as Ronnie Adam's. So for the moment, he followed along with the rest of the tour, stealing quick glances to scan all of the monitors. Noting each and every scribble, marking and dotted line; doing as much as he could to absorb all the information around him. Finally, as they arrived at her enclosure, did Johna speak. Stepping out of the group to make his presence know, Johna simply turned and spoke, his damnable curiousty taking control of his rational. "What of this one? Seems human enough. Why have her locked up with the rest of these- things" Johnathans voice was much deeper and raspier than his young appearance would let on, what escaped his lips was more akin to the death rattle some aged smoker than a well off researcher.

@Kars

Mr. Adams was a bit surprised at the voice that came out of the young man but even more surprised that he questioned the human looking woman who was just mindlessly floating around in a water filled tube. She wasn't young but she wasn't old either, maybe her early 30's and a little more muscular than most. She was attached to a breathing treatment, one that gave her oxygen so she of course wouldn't drown. "Ah yes, we call her Martel. She came to us during some sort of top prison explosion a couple of years ago. She's got one of our strongest species inside of her blood... Supposedly. We haven't seen her move, speak, nothing of the sort ever since she's been here. We assume she's been in a coma ever since we found her. Rather gruesome scene if I do say so myself.." @Visape

Johnathan sighed, scrolling down the monitor to get as clear of a picture as he could. "Truly a shame sir. If I could be presumptuous, this would most certainly be a waste of resources." Johna's voice was low, his tone more subservient and respectful than would normally be as he bowed his head in Mr.Adams direction. As he walked closer, he leant forward so that only his benefactor and his guards could hear him. "If you leave her to me and my research, I can guarantee activity from this specimen... and in turn, profit for your ventures." Johnathan stepped back and bowed, not meeting the man's eyes. He was doing his best to appear as if he was working in Ronnie's favour... but who knew what would happen.

@Kars

Ronnie wasn't a dumb man but he did like his money. He liked his woman, he liked his alcohol, outside of this with a little extra cash he could get what he wanted out of it. He turned to Johnathan and watched as he moved and bowed to him. "I agree. We'll discuss that later. But for now let's continue with the tour so we can continue showing you all around." No one was really paying attention, being now that an eye opened to stare at the couple of scientists. If Johnathan looked perhaps he could see it, though if anyone turned the eye shut again. There's also some strange back substance crawling up the side of the woman's leg. @Visape

For how studios Johna was, his curiosity was his biggest weakness. He was much too engrossed with his own mental notes of other researchers to even notice Martel's activity. Though, something in his mind twisted and turned, almost pulling towards Martel's cage feeling the power coursing through her body. A single drop of luminescent sweat fell off Johnathan's fingers, almost evaporating before it even landed. "Of course sir, thank you for entertaining my wishful thinking." Johnathan smiled softly before stepping back, nodding to the two guards and slithering back into in the crowd of white coats and amused smiles. @Kars )

As the group of scientists slid themselves away from the block of entities one eye opened and watched as they left. The tar crawling up her leg eventually rested on the top of her shoulder before seemingly “talking” to her. ”Are they aware?” (“I don’t think so.”) ”New people?” (“A lot of them. Still cannot put my finger on the weeping last night. It sounded like Mrs. Adams.”) ”Old one?” (“Yes. Saying it was going to hell.”) ”..I can look myself-“ (“They’ll capture you.”) ”..Truth is what you speak, Florence..” . . . @Visape

"So, Johnathan, you really think you can take on the specimen?" Adams asked, walking alongside his wife and the new recruit down the X Block. The woman assumed to be his wife is jittery, nervous and terrified. Adam has had to nudge her a couple of times before they continued. Insisting things were fine for the time being. "She hasn't moved in nearly 10 years. I warn you of such. But I have business to make while you stay here, so I ask you just.. Don't break the tube and most of all, figure out what and where and who it is... Understood?" @Visape

Johnathan followed as he followed along, staying a few paces away from the couple as not to make them more uncomfortable as they already seemed to be. Most of the shady business types Johna had worked for before had always made a note not to involve family in their under the table dealings, so to see Ms. Adams here was... telling. "I'm sorry sir, but the safety of your equipment cannot be guaranteed with my methods. However, I can certainly garuntee a response from the subject... as well as any information you wish to know." Johnathans voice was calm and authoritative, even as he was telling his employer he'd suffer a loss, but truly he was simply that confident. How could he not be? After years of experience, experiment after experiment, Johnathan had become acutely aware of the powers he possessed and what they could do. He was determined to succeed in his goals... no matter the cost.

@Kars

Mr. Adams made an amused chuckle as he opened one more door before walking up to the woman and tapping on the glass. Of course she didn't respond, and nor did she move. Though the tapping on the glass seemed to make his wife nervous, he continued with no response before turning back to Johnathan. "I see, but I doubt that you will get much response from this one. We've done essentially everything from shocks, to adrenaline, not so much as a peep. I leave her in your care. Do report to me if anything else happens." He moved, guiding his wife away from the tube and with a wave of his hand he was gone. Out and probably going back to the in living for the scientists of the facility. Only if Johnathan now turned to look at he woman in the tube, she was glaring right back at him. @Visape

As Johna turned to meet Martels eye's, his face didn't show much.. or any indication of surprise. He simply stared back, rolling the sleeves of his coat up as he paced around the tank. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss...." Johna squinted at the tablet that he plucked from the front of her enclosure. "... Martel. My name is Johnathan Ark, though you may call me Doctor. Now I see here you've been quote un-quote dormant the past few years. I assume you have your reasons... but this cannot continue." Johna stared back at her, his expression didn't change as he spoke though the depths in his eyes... gave off a great sense of fatigue as he almost stared through her. @Kars

The woman is silent, though her glare doesn’t seem to lift off of him. She shifted in the tank, trying to be a little more comfortable instead of just aimlessly floating completely straight. At the mention of it not being able to continue, she tilted her head to the side. She was confused, what would this scientist do? Would he torment her with electrical shocks until she lost her mind? Would she have to be suffocated and give actual information? She shifted again, back against the tank as a black sap climbed over her shoulder and seemingly “watched” the man aswell. ”He is quite annoying.” (“You haven’t met him personally. But I agree.”) The sap slides off of her shoulder and launches itself on the tube’s glass. @Visape

Johnathan's eye's widened, though the wide grin that split across his face clearly showed his reaction. In the same moment that Florence's power showed activation, in turn did he make his own move. Stretching out his arm, his skin began to beam with a brilliant blue light, seeping through numerous scars and marks that crawled across his forearms. As the ray's of light came into contact with the sap, it seemed to slow and writhe, thudding dully against the thick pane of glass, thin cracks still sprawling from the point of contact. "Fascinating! Normally, that would bring another demi-human to their knee's- but you! YOU! You are the key, the final piece I was looking for!" Johnathan's smile widened ever further, his thin eyelids pulled up to reveal his once dull eye's now glowed with a mesmerizing hue. @Kars )

Florence's sap on the tube seemed to retract, a small hissing resumed from it as it calmly slithered out of sight and out of mind. She tilted her head, staring at the hand he held out that was such a pretty blue. Though hearing footsteps she immediately resumed slumber. There was silence from those footsteps a moment, right before a sudden scream of terror. Then another, another again. ("What is-") "Smell's weird. Someone is here." @Visape

Johnathan turned in a flash. As far as he knew he should've been the only one in this sector, but that obviously wasn't the case. It couldn't be the Adam's given all the screaming... this is dangerous. Again, that blue light began to shine, though instead of radiating from his body like it had before, it glowed under his skin, pumping through his veins. His body and muscles bulged and flexed, what was once frail seemed a foot taller and much thicker than it was. From his sleeve dropped a slick black batton, streaks of gold and metal running along its core. Johna would immediately flatten himself against a wall close to the entrance, looking back to his specimen, realizing she had already resumed her act. shit, so there is someone here. @Kars sorry it took so long)

Outside of the sector there was a bunch of gunfire, screams and the sound of oddly enough, leather and flesh ripping and slapping against the floor. By now the emergency lights have started flashing and the siren is blowing off of the hook. This is all happening outside, though now the glass on other tubes are breaking. There's bodies or forms slamming against the glass of their own enclosures, rapid screams and the screeches of creatures that have seemingly lost their mind. The first to break free is a large mutant, releasing a gruesome and sickening roar from it's enclosure as it storms toward the sector door. It takes a look at Johnathan, approaching before another loud bellow came from outside. He turns, bounding out as more started crashing through their respected barriers. Chaos had unleashed, like some sort of hive mind! @Visape

Johnathan clambered out of Martels' enclosure, baton at the ready and a fire in his eyes. Though, as he saw the hundreds of beasts bounding towards the exit, he was overcome with a sense of fear. This was the closest he'd come to fulfilling his goals and his research, and if the Adam's went under, he wasn't sure he would get another chance. From his coat, Johnathan drew several vials and test tunes, filled with a dark brown liquid that coagulated against the edges of the glass, before throwing in them into the crowd. With a crash, several of the larger beasts were covered in a liquid that seemed continuesely flow before Johna held out his arms. A bright glow began to cover the entire sector as Johna screamed out, vessels in his arms popping and leaking luminescent blood as the beasts roars began to soften into murmurs, and figures began to shrink. @Kars

There seemed to be some footsteps coming from behind him, soft footsteps before he might’ve felt the back end of the gun slamming into the side of his head before falling to the floor. Whomever it is has no face in fact, just an empty void as the rest went on.. @Visape quick ts?)

Oddly enough the first things that are really heard when Johnathan comes to is the sound of munching and crunching. In fact, he’s surrounded by open candy wrappers who had in some cases been licked clean of crumbs. It was all around him, though they led toward the staff lounge. The place? Destroyed. Spitting wires and ultimately some instances of the lab were now soaked with puddles with dents in between the floors and walls. Most soldiers and scientists were dead, the rest nowhere to be found. In fact, some of the humanized experiments were dead aswell. Though whomever was there was happily eating whatever candy bar came its way. @Visape

Johnathan never truly came to, being frozen a haze of blood loss and blunt force trauma. Whatever alarm bells, or any thought for that matter, were drowned out by a deafening ringing. As he made and effort to stand, his arms quickly gave out underneath his weight, the multiple scars from exertion were still gently trickling streams of dull red blood. He sighed, staying on the floor before desperately saddling up onto his knees, and stepping up with his hands dangling by his sides. He looked down at the wrappers on the ground, confused and annoyed by the loud munching that echoed down the halls. For all he knew it could've been another beast and Johnathan was walking to his death... and for a moment, in his tired, aching and bleeding body, he welcomed that thought. And he began walking. @Kars

@Johnathan Ark (@Visape) - jump The scrambling and crunching of candy bars was one thing that although it was simple, with everything that had happened in a matter of moments. Though when the staff lounge opened, there was a seemingly familiar woman hurriedly stuffing her face. Her hair was damped, slumped over her eyes and staining the back of her tank top and there was some sort of substance sliding up and own her shoulder. Its like tar, reflective and sticky. But it doesn't seem to disturb her s she keeps eating. @Visape

Johnathan recognized Florence immediately, stopping dead in his tracks. His powers aren't working at the moment, and he was not in any position for acrobatics. Considering his options, Johna slumped against the wall outside the staff lounge, breathing softly. If I made any effort to confront her, that tar would certainly attack again, like it had before. I think I have enough juice to slow it for a moment... but I'm not sure if that thing can give her super strength either. As the man ran through scenario after scenario, he failed to notice that his legs had given under him completely, the blood loss catching up with him again. With a loud thump, he fell to the ground, finally snapping himself out of whatever trance he'd been under. Not sure if Florence was alerted, Johna made a motion to roll over his shoulder, but he could barely summon his own strength, instead flopping awkwardly on the floor and on to his back. If and when Florence would make the decision to exit her den, she'd see a incredibly tired, delirious man, slipping in his own blood. @Kars )

Hearing the thump against the wall from his movement Florence turned, raising her brow at the sound of it. She mumbled something to herself as she wiped the crumbs from her mini feast off of her face before standing up and moving to the door. She looked around for a moment before staring down at the man that was slumped against the wall and seemingly near death. She walked back into the room she was in for a moment before coming back from it and seemingly lifting his head to wrap the bandages around to prevent anymore blood loss. In fact if he looked she had some of her down bandages wrapped around the side of her arm though it was originally stained with black instead of red. When she was done wrapping it she stared at him for a moment. The scientist from before? How did he even live? She nudged him. “Oye, talk to me. How the hell are you still alive? How did you escape?” @Visape

Johnathan was a mess. His body was covered in blood and grime, some his own and the rest... he didn't look good. His vision was blurry and he strained to look at her, his mind slowly slipping. As she began to dress his wounds, he was only able to muster a few words. "That's unsanitary." Before slumping back into a daze, his skin and body gently glowing. He seemed to be healing himself while unconscious, and that seemed to answer her first question. Though how he escaped? She'd have to ask him when he woke up again. @Kars )

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