The Complex

[Aconitum]

(Okay )

Acon looked up at Zanthe with a kind smile. "You're our puritanical do-gooder, yes?" She eyed the cat with her cold green eyes.

[Cifero Windtail]

(Catfox. But the mistake would be easily made, she looks more like a cat anyhow.)


Zanthe met Acon's eyes and glanced at the guards near her. They worked here. For sure. "... I wouldn't say I'm a puritan," she said in a quiet voice. "Do you... know me? Beyond this place?"

[Aconitum]

Acon looked at Zanthe under her brow before she shrugged. "If I do, I don't remember. I've been in this place for too long."

[Cifero Windtail]

Acon looked at Zanthe under her brow before she shrugged. "If I do, I don't remember. I've been in this place for too long."

The catfox smiled grimly. "Well, you seem alright," she said, eating a little. "... Is it normal for people to get attacked in here?"

[Aconitum]

Acon shrugged. "Only if a guard's masculinity is challenged." She chuckled. "Which happens a lot around here, so yes. Yes it is."

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe glanced from side to side nonchalantly, eating a piece of bread. "... Interesting," she said. "Have they stabbed or slashed anyone?"








(Goodnight! ^w^)

[Kromas Ndorai]

Durundal glanced around once more. There were a fair few prisions here now. Luckily, due to that... Outbreak, he would most likely be left alone. This was perfectwas good for now. He went back to holding his head, focusing on his own, personal hell rather then the one he was trapped within.

[Tempest (Red Panda)]

She started singing again, the song was soft and loving. Closing her eyes and laying her head on her arms, resting on the table. "So cold, is the wind that blows your hair..so warm, is your touch upon my skin.."

[The Past]

Jio rested his head on his arms, the blurring memory of the incident flashing through his head. Lost by some dark mountain range, emaciated, panicking as he was being shouted at and chased. One of the people caught up to him and dug his claws into his arm. And so did another. He struggled to free himself from their grip and managed to crunch his teeth into one of their arms to make them let go. The sensation of meat in his jaws...

[Kromas Ndorai]

Durundal was bored. There was no way around that. Everything just seemed... Wrong. Such stupid, foolish happiness a prison as this would be expected to have no freedoms within. But this was different. Had anyone else caught onto this yet? Hard to tell. The difference between intelligence and insanity was nonexistent blurred, like oh so much more. Oh so much.

[Poe~]

Recap PLZ.

[The Past]

((Prisoners were lead to the cafeteria, Durundal and Swift joined, various talk of escaping/singing.
Also, please remember to put out-of-character comments in double parentheses. ))

Jio tried to dive deeper into his memory. It seemed to be growing foggy as the days went on. He could barely remember how his life was before the event. He couldn't even remember how he got there.

[Farewell]

(The forum was acting funny and deleted my post...) Zaida's head was backed into her scruff (fluffy neck) she looked about the cafeteria staring at each anthro carefully, her eyes squinted a bit, ears curved, and tail wrapped on her waist. The Serynx looking at the anthro's who were near her cell, studying them. ~Oh how I hate this, I'll just have to be patient...~ she  thought while tapping her claws on the table before she closed her eyes to relax (not sleeping) making murring noises similar to a feline pur.

[Dubaku]

Name: Dubaku

Age: 20

Species: African Wild Dog

Personality: Lucid, Calm, Manipulative, occasional anger

Appearance: 6'2", Brawnier than average, tribal tattoo sleeve going down his right arm. Occasional appearance of tendrils protruding.

Reason for Arrest: Singlehandedly causing mass destruction and pestilence along the East Coast. All cleaned up now.

Powers/Abilities: Viral/Shape shifting/tendrils (think James Heller from Prototype 2).
Primary hindrance: Is given an injection everyday that takes away all but his agility, reflexes, and strength.

Clothing: Red T-shirt, worn slate jeans, black leather boots.

[Farewell]

((See's dubaku join "shits about to go down"))