Facility-139

[Farewell]

*zaida growled struggling more as the extra cell door closed on her. she tried escaping him* "let me go!!!" *she muffled under her mask her cell lights were off only glowing Aqua specks floated around room the guards heard her but chose to ignore believing she was demanding them for freedom.*

*the guards escorted acon and Marcus to a cell and close the door* "like the other guard said... Be careful he's extremely dangerous..."


If you want peace, then prepare for war

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, having been telephoned at his home about a break out, sprinted into the facility. He stood outside Acon and Marcus's cell, glaring at the guard. "Give me a full report, now."

[Aconitum]

Acon cradled Marcus in her thin arms, still singing to him. She sat in the rafters of the ceiling. "They're the one's that'll be begging." She scoffed, kissing Marcus lightly on his forehead.

[Farewell]

*she broke away from Edward snarling under her mask and continued to kick Edward back since that was the only thing she can do to defend herself since she was tied up* "GET AWAY!!!" *she roared making it echo through the facility as her neon Aqua eyes were glowing in the dark*
*shadow was outside the cell and couldn't get back in due to the emergency cell door. Shadow cawed clawing at the door and the guards that tried grabbing him*


If you want peace, then prepare for war

[Rayleonarde]

Ray grit his teeth, and punched one of the guards square in the jaw, with his mechanical arm. "You will respond when I speak. What happened?"

[Farewell]

*he yelped and held his jaw* "we were going to take subject 666 to the yard but he wanted to be with 127... 127 however escaped and we got them back into this advance cell so they can't get out s-sir..." *blood dripped from his mouth*


If you want peace, then prepare for war

[Babydoll Animis]

Marcus yawned and looked up at Acon, "LadyAcon? Whats going on?"

[Aconitum]

Acon smiled down at Marcus and kissed his nose. "We've been placed in another room, but it's bigger and more fun."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray growled at the bleeding guard. "First, you do not touch the subjects without my permission. Second, you do not refer to them as subjects. The female is Acon, the small male is Marcus. They are living creatures like you and me, and deserve respect. Now leave, before I have you removed." He sighed, and turned back to Marcus and Acon. "Are you two alright? They didn't hurt you did they?"

[Babydoll Animis]

Marcus smiled then his face changed to a look of terror, "we wont be sleeping in the same cell... will we?" he looked to Ray and leaned down whispering to Mr.Pokeylope, "we're okay... Mr.Boss? Do you like cake?"

[Farewell]

"O-ok sir..." *he walked off and the alarms went off*
*zaida ran out of her cell avoiding Edgar thinking he was a threat. Guards began to chase her as she sprinted through the faculty snarling*


If you want peace, then prepare for war

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shook his head. "No no. When we get this mess settled, I'll have you moved to separate cells." Ray's expression softened, and he smiled at Marcus. "We could move you soon, Marcus. There's a few cells made to hold a fur of your...caliber, let's say." He turned, and watched Zaida for a moment. "Dammit people." Ray sighed, and turned back to Marcus. "If you want, I can move you to the cell right next door. It's made to contain your psychological anomalies." He reached for the door, and pulled it open, slowly. "Please don't do anything I will regret."

[Babydoll Animis]

Marcus looked up at Acon and sadly left her arms, he went out and then looked to Ray, "Mr.Boss what's a pschogic granny?" obviously trying to make sense of Ray's large words, "and im not gonna be a bully Mr.Boss i promise!" he held up his pinky to Ray.

[Aconitum]

Acon growled at Ray and edged closer to the door.

[Farewell]

*zaida was shot with a shock pistol and fell to the floor twitching and screaming under her mask as the shock made her body fill with pain until she went unconscious then limp as if she was dead*
*shadow flew near her and cawed at the closing in guards*


If you want peace, then prepare for war