"I have a better idea, why I don't I push the button when we are all out of the elevator just to be sure that it isn't a trap, it would make a lot of sense wouldn't it" Petoral said as he halted Geos from potentially catching everyone in a trap.

“Excellent idea, I take it you will be using your powers to push the button when we are out side of it?”

Group:
Before they could try anything a platoon of soldiers clad in blackened armor appeared behind them. A flurry of attacks came next, not that any of you could see them or sense them headed towards you. They moved so quickly you were all incapacitated in moments.

Raiden:
As you sit peacibly you notice a subtle mist entering the area, everything gets foggy then fades to black. There was nothing you could do to stop them drugging you while you were pinned down like that.

Everyone:
You awaken in a cell, alone. It seems impeneratrable in every way, as if it was designed just to spite you. A scientist stands in front of you with a clipboard and a viscious grin. "I'm glad you've awakened, these tests are never any fun when the subject is out."

You are about to be tortured. Your equipment is gone. You are all alone.

(ooc: if you wish to stop playing cause you don't feel like it or don't like your character anymore or what have you, do not reply to this message. This is only for the people that want to keep playing since both myself and mintaro have noticed a drop off in replies. You have one week to reply to this with you're characters torture, filling out of a questionairre or the witnessing of an alternate Neosapiens torture. Like we said at the signups this game is going to get brutal and fast-paced, so lets get started shall we.)

Geos’s Bleary vision made him think he was in a dream, but the throbbing pain in his head was his wake up call. His brain felt like it was 2 sizes to big for his cranium. Even though he couldn’t see very well Geos could feel that his appendages were cuffed at the wrist and ankle. His arms and legs were stretched without injury as far as they could within human reason, forming the letter X with is body. He could barley move, he had just enough strength to raise his head. In front of him through a clear window stood a man in a white lab coat.

Dragon awoke his head still groggy from the beating he had taken. He tried to move, that's when he realized he was being restrained. He tried to breathe in, but his breath was sharp and painfful. 'Wait till later' he thought. Looking from side to side he could seehe was alone, then he saw the scientist. "Fuck."

Meld woke up with a huge headache. He realized why when he felt the huge helmet attached to his head. He saw the scientist with the clipboard, and smiled a little.

"Hey, another Brain here to get info. Well, enjoy it, because I'm not saying anything."

The scientist smiled very widely.

"Good, then maybe I can have some fun with this."

The scientist pressed a button, and a large voltage shock hit Meld, and hard. He gritted his teeth, and did his best to not scream.

(ooc: 3 survivors already, I'm almost disapointed. also dragon your not in the same room with everyone else. and if you guys didn't come up with a way to torture yourselves I will. You'll be ok but It will be brutal. Cause whats the fun if it isn't. And I apologize for the all ooc post. But I'm the GM so I'll do as I please. :p)

The man with the clip board and white coat touched a button on the side wall to activate the microphone. “So…how do you feel?”
Geos, when he finally assembled him self looked very sternly into the mans eyes. “Like shit, how was your day?”

“Interesting” Replied the man in the white coat “Aggressive language, and sarcasm” he spoke as he wrote similar words down onto the piece of paper. “Well now that we know your awake let us begin shall we?”

Geos looked perplexed, “what do you think you can do to me?” Geos concentrated and tried to turn into stone but was unable to.

“Ah yes the shape shifting possess, you will find trying to be most futile. You see, the serum we have injected with you with (holds up a syringe) when you were unconscious keeps the shape shifting possess in a recessive state, only I can control what material you transform into.”

“You bastard” Geos shouted as flailed his body trying to free himself.

“Excellent, this will be highly educational, shall we get started?” the scientist smirked

OOC: Reminder 1 day left to roleplay anything or face the demise of your character. This means you Pyros and Supersaiyan. If you just want to be tied to the chair like some of the others just do that. But do something or face your demise.

Geos and Raiden: As your torture continues you both swear that you saw a man enter wearing a bomber jacket, camo khakis and boots along with other traditional military clothes. He makes a sadistic smart assed comment or two about your situation. He carries himself boldly and doesn't seem to have any weapons on him.

Geos: He specifically says to you as he leaves, "This is the commander of the team sent for me, pathetic. I want them elimated as soon as your finished."

Before the Scientist could move over to the keyboard to start the experiment a man that looked like a fighter pilot stepped into view, glanced at Geos and spoke to the scientist. Unannounced to the pilot man, the button for the cell communication was on, Geos shouted back to the pilot man “Where are my comrades? Who are you? Talk to me you son of a Bi…”
The man in the bomber jacket turned to the door in the middle of Geos’s questions and started to leave, with two guards fallowing directly behind. The Scientist let the button go cutting off Geos obscene language. The Scientist typed in a number of key strokes to the keyboard panel on the other end of the window. He gave a grin of satisfaction and then dramatically hit the enter key on the keyboard. Some gas was seeping into the chamber Geos was occupying, the gas was of a yellow haze. When the haze cleared Geos had completely formed into sand but still retained his human form. Geos looked at his changed body. “That was it?, you guys aren’t even trying are you?” The scientist looked at Geos with piercing eyes. “oh don’t worry, I’m just getting warmed up.”
Two large canon shaped devices entered from the ceiling, Geos looked with curiosity.
In a few moments brilliant blue flames exited from the barrels of the cannons. Geos Writhed in agony as the Blue flames incased his body, the heat was not the problem. When the flames had ceased Geos body was shimmering clear. The scientist spoke into the receiver, “impressive, you see what I have just done was forced your body…in the most drastic way possible, into glass, the material created when you heat sand to an extreme temperature.” Geos was breathing hard and fierce when he looked up his body still steaming from the experiment. “I know….exactly what….you did.”

Dragon looked at the scientist interrogating him. All he could think of was how stupid he had beent to let himself get ambushed like that. He stared him straight in the eye, and then blue a puff of flame. It caught the scientist arm but he quickly beat it out.

"I liked that coat, but no matter. I don't need to be in here anyway." The scientist said as he stepped outside the room. Dragon could see him on the otherside of a glass screen. "You seem to like fire, but how do you like the cold?" He manipulated a few buttons when dragon noticed an electronic display near the door, it displayed the current temperature, and he could see it falling rapidly.

"-20, fuck I hate celsius." Dragon said shivering, trying to blow flames to keep himself warm.

"Now now no cheating." The scientist said right before Dragon felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body.

"Fuck you." Dragon could hear himself saying. He could barely see through the icicles forming down his eyelashes, but he could tell the temperature was still droping.

OOC: Sorry I couldn't post on time. A family friend died recently so...

IC: Bolt was strapped onto a chair, with unique bonds attached to him. A scientist was peering over him, tsk'ing away like mad.

Bolt had had enough. There was an explosion of electricity. The bonds on Bolt's arms didn't break. However, Bolt still stood up and glowered down on the scientist.

Then something hit him, and he crashed back down.

Geos:
As geos entered the next test he was still in his glass form the scientist decided to see the extent of his cold endurance. Shifting the temperature down Geos could feel the change coming on to quickly, he tried to force himself into an alternate shape but he couldn't. Locked into the glass form he began to crack and split, his arms and face slowly spintering apart, he was being torn asunder. The scientist merely began scribbling some notes as the temperature continued to drop. Thats when it happened, Geos shattered. His entire chest caved in as it broke out, his pieces fell to the floor in tiny glass shards of what was once a good man, a man whose only flaw in the government's eyes were his powers. That is why they watched him die.

The scientist strolled in, picking up a few pieces here or there dropping them to the floor mockingly and simply smiled, "Well I guess I played to rough with my subject I lost him alrea....." Looking at the chair as all the chunks of glass fall to the floor, he spots something amiss. Staring at the odd fluid at first he thinks, That must be urine, the neosapien messed himself when he saw the fires, thats all. Wait no... thats, thats the serum. NO!. Turning to the door he sees the last of the sand shifting outwards as the door shut and locked. Standing stalk still the man watched as Geos reformed at the controls, a little blood here or there but far better off then a few chunks of glass. Pressing the button for the intercom with his thumb he replied coldly, "Hello again, Doctor."

Power advancement: The seperation of anything put into your human form while in an alternate state as well as greater control of you empowered states. While in several pieces you can still manipulate yourself. But you can't make several small versions of yourself. Thats the line.

Meld:
The charge flowing through meld seemed like agony, like a low flame being pressed against all of his flesh. He had lost track of time as mere moments of this began to feel like years, always burning with no release no end. For a moment all he could think about was that this must be what hell is like. Slow at first but slowly increasing, his thoughts were focused on this until they began to uncontrollably shift. He began remembering his childhood, his brother, then it jumped to his highschool days, his graduation. They were pumping his brain for information, and he couldn't stop them.

Some say moments of epiphanies of come from trial and error, this trial of his mind and his form gave him the idea. His molecules were at his command, just because he could not shift throughsomething he could still alter himself. It took but a moment before the machine stopped giving readings to the scientist the next moment that followed he stopped reading lifesigns as well. After cutting the charge he rushed in he began checking meld, looking for any sign of life from him. Unfastening one of his armcuffs he begins checking the pulse when meld grabs his throat and pulls the scientist close, "Now what were you going to have fun with?" The charge now gone Thomas easily free's himself from his containers.

Power Advancement: The ability to shift internal organs to alternate locations at will.

Dragon:
As the temperature decreases and the voltage increases Dragon's mind fades in and out. It felt as though he was losing his mind his entire body felt as though itwas cracking apart or on fire. The cold was getting too him. Focusing what he could of his mind and taking a large breathe of the sickeningly cold air he launched a huge directed flame against the window, in the hopes of shattering it. He merely blackened it. His back felt as though it was ripping apart, even though they had allowed him to keep his suit it did him no good, it felt as though it was holding him into his agony. As if his suit contained the problem to his back. His eyes began freezing over it was to hard to focus now he felt as though he was losing himself to the cold as his back strained.

The scientist studied the dials for a moment, even with the window blackened out he could get accurate readings. Then the heat gauges went off the deep end. Driving high into the thousands on the hot side. "It must be too cold, the dials froze over, damn this equipment." He turned the temperature off so it would return to normal and turned on the window cleaner. Much to his dismay he saw flames once more, followed by a clawed fist. The glass shattered, even the high intensity strength glass could not handle the cold, followed by the sudden heat and force of the punch. What he saw then was not the subject he had placed into the chamber. He now resembled the name he was given, wings and a tail along with a thick black hide. The scientist couldn't even scream.

Power Advancement: New form: At will you can now shift into an alternate dragon like state, enhancements include thicker hide, wings and tail granting gliding prowess (think gargoyle style) and increased strength.

Bolt:
Now sedated they began charging his body with electricity, uping the amperage little by little, studying the changes in his muscles. Higher and higher the amperage grew until it reached beyond his bodies limitations, his muscles ripped and spit apart. Rendering his once giant muscular form to nothing but limp flesh. They lower the amperage as he screams in agony, his body was so shreded even the sedatives could no longer keep him down.

"You used to much phil you always do this."

"How can we learn from these freaks any other way, besides look at these results with this we can up our Tube Junkies to a whole new level." They both began reading the computer screen as the low charge channeled through bolt. They didn't notice him until the steel door ripped open. They turned to see him... standing once again. He looked exactly as he had when he went in, He merely smiled as they tried to run to the door, he knocked them out with ease as quickly as any glass jawed moron he had ever faced in the ring. But one thing was for sure, he felt damn good.

Power Advancement: Channeling enough energy into you, you are now able to heal your muscular system as well as seal minor cuts.

Take it from there guys, and enjoy your new toys. And all your stuff is in the room that the scientists had been in.

“Looks like your through the looking glass now, eh Doc?” Geos gave a giant grin as he fiddled with the computer controls. An electro probe came out of the ceiling and aimed at the scientist. “If you move, your toast, I’m sure your reaction will be very….educational.” Geos formed his hand into diamond. “thanks for the power boost.” He smashed the control panel with his hand and walked out of the room, not acknowledging the muffed screams of the doctor in the cell.

Dragon flapped his wings and whipped his tail a few times getting use to the feel of the new muscles. "Not strong enough for flight, but having a built in hanglider can be useful." He flapped them one more time before crossing them over his chest.

"Now to find the others." He said before letting out a long stream of flames to melt the console the scientist had been using. Followed with a whip of the tail for good measure. Then he began to run down the hall, wings loosely draped over his body.

Geos:
Exiting your cell you come to a very empty hallway. Straight across from you, there is a door, on the side of it you see the name of the doctor listed as well as the patients name. A name you recognize. It says Petoral Gaal aka Mentallic.

Dragon:
Marching down the hall you notice its very barren of life with only the occasional door the listed scientists and patients don't seem to be of any interest to you. You see Geos standing outside a door.

Bolt looked around. There was one single cowering scientist left. Bolt stalked over, picked him up in one hand, then held him over the table they'd been working on him with.

Quickly, he strapped the man in, then punched his hand into the console so he could control it directly.

"What is this place? WHO RUNS IT!?"

Meld felt a little tickle as he moved his brain back into his head. He gave an evil little smile.

"Not much fun when on the receiving end, huh?"

The man didn't respond. Not that he could, mind you. Meld had a tight choke hold on his throat. Thomas slammed the man down onto the table, strapped him in, and attached the large helmet to his head. He then gathered up his uniform and communicator. He pressed a button on his com, and talked into it.

"Meld, checking in. I'll recon with the rest of you in a moment. I have a confirmed notice of the Wave character we're after. Let's take him out, and go home."

As Meld was about to leave, he turned back to the professor strapped to the table.

"Night, Doc."

Meld flipped a lever. Large amounts of electrical charge flowed through the cables and into the helmet. The doctor began to spazm with the energy. Meld left the professor in that state.

He entered a hallway, and looked around.

Supersaiyan: He merely begins to laugh in a panic stricken way, "I can't tell you anything, if I do they kill me. So I'm already dead either way, I might as well serve out my civic duty and not help you, you freak." He shuts his eyes and prepares for whatever fate handed to him.

Raiden: (thank you for doing exactly what I would have done in that situation.) Since no one else seems to have there communicator on them you don't recieve a response. The hall seems to be endless, slowly curving as far as the eye can see. You hear some noise like footsteps in the distance but the corridor seems completely unfamiliar.

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