FOR SCIENCE [Test, closed]

[Kismet]

Captain Falcon knelt in front of the girl and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes.

“Of course not.” He said, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’ll take care of everything.”

Captain Falcon didn’t know where he was or why he was there. He didn’t know who this girl was, or who it was trapped in the cell down the hall. He didn’t even know this girl’s name. But as long as he drew breathe, as long as he could stand, as long as he stood for leather clad justice and ass kicking, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

And then the doors clicked open and the cloth ceiling enveloped them in shadows. Instinctively, Falcon pulled the girl close, shielding her from the darkness. When the curtain fell away…things had changed.

Captain Falcon stood, eying their new surroundings with disdain. Whoever put him in here would have to try harder than that. Stepping gingerly over puddles of…sweat, he made his way to the door, pausing to turn back towards his companion.

“Come on, stay close. And don’t be afraid.” He winked again and stepped outside, raising his gaze upwards towards whatever invisible observers might be watching. “What an incredibly Freudian set up you’ve got here!” He called, placing his hands on his hips. “I just can’t tell if you’re compensating for what you are, or if you’re compensating for what you’re not getting any of.” He wiped the back of his neck, and looked back at the cells, shaking his head sadly. “Yeah, this is messed up.”

Turning back down the hallway, he observed the other two prisoners. One, an odd looking kid, and the other, an emaciated wreck. Not a total loss. Straightening, Captain Falcon flipped his hand up in a lazy two fingered salute and grinned.

“Hey,” he called casually. “Ready to rock?”

[Angel]

It took a while for Kaos to recover from the sudden change in things. Captain Falcon had already started talking and walking, her body had been running on autopilot. Maybe it was because Kaos already spent so much time in her own mental zone, but once she entered a state of near sleep like that, her mind wouldn't retreat from it without effort.

But when she did, she was faced with such a frightening display. Everything had grown scary, scary in a way that Kaos herself would have never even imagined. Her body started tensing up and shivering. It was.. it was.. it was like she was inside a monster. The walls where... where..

She screamed. She did more than just scream though, she panicked. She wet herself. But most importantly, she sent out two forms of powerful energy. The first was a black misty ball that was hard to see, then the second was a powerful bright and glittering beam in her hand. Aiming at one of the walls that seemed alive, she cried out loudly. "I want out! I want out! I want out! LET ME OUT! I WANNA GO HOME!" and watched the impacts hit each other, causing a powerful explosion of non-elemental and fire hit the wall, as if she was trying to make a hole.

[Tony Redgrave]

Ah, at long last, people had appeared and interesting people at that. Interesting in that, they looked like they weren't from around these parts. A muscular and confident looking man sporting a helmet emblazoned with a golden falcon and a young girl wearing a futuristic looking bodysuit. Both were quite stylish in their own way too. But, at least the man looked like he was ready to get this show on the road. A swift little salute and an invitation to rock were both given quickly as well!

Seeing just how relaxed and confident he was made that little thief quite chipper, even more so then he was before. Brandishing his trademark smile, his finger shot into the air and his mouth opened up just a bit as he began to respond. But however, his thought was interrupted by the young girl who in the face of this new layout, had momentary lost it. She screamed and wailed and even wet herself. But then, she displayed something even more unusual and that was magical power!

All he could do was watch in awe as she tossed bursts of energy at the pulsing membrane. Instead of addressing the man's question, he simply motioned over to the young girl consumed in the desire to leave this disgusting prison.

"Yeah, I would like to rock around the clock and all but.. you should really take care that ordeal.." And take care of it, he really try to do quickly. They had no idea what would happen if they attacked what seemed to be living flesh and tissue. It was reasonable to assume that the walls were strong to the point where trying to break it would do no good. But, it was also safe to guess that those walls really were living tissue that if "injured", could break apart and splatter sweat and maybe blood all over the place and maybe regenerate instantly after. That could also freak out the young lady further if that was true.

No sense in sticking around to find out though. He wanted to get this over with quickly. Staying in one spot could be bad and maybe nasty surprises were in store for those who stuck in one spot too long anyway. "Now then, I'll be going on ahead." he jostled the poor fellow on his back, scooting him up a little further up his waist for the sake of comfort during the walk they would soon take. A walk over in the direction of those ghastly sounds from earlier. Something was indeed getting sliced up.. and whatever was doing it was coming this way.

As he made his way down the hall, he cleared his throat a bit and tensed the muscles within his neck, trying to make his voice as deep and harsh to the ears as he could. For to do his best impression of the "announcer, he would need that sort of feel "Afteeeeeer alllllll, we must k-k-kill if we intend toooo..." he took in a sharp breath, a hint of excitement emitting from it "ssssurviveeeeeeeeeee" but after saying that, he chucked in his usual voice and was all smiles and giggles from then on out."That said, I'll go whoop Zenax or whatever his name is and see if this tight corridor opens up any further. Take all the time you need to settle her down." and with that, he waved and continued onward

He seemed confident but, just how well would his words hold up? Especially with that weakened pile of flesh he had strapped to his back. How was he even going to move around, let alone fight with that kind of baggage on hand?

[Kismet]

As the boy passed by, Captain Falcon grimaced and gave his gaunt passenger a reassuring pat on the back. “I’ll take care of this one.” He said, nodding towards the girl. “Good luck you two.” Waving them away, he turned back to his cell, smiling wryly at the kid’s impersonation of their captor. He was a confident little bugger. Kids these days grew up so fast.

Reentering the room, Captain Falcon strode purposefully to the girl, and without waiting for a pause of recognition or consent, swooped down and picked her up, holding her tightly.

“Shhh.” He cooed gently, stroking her hair softly. “I know it’s scary. It’s ok to be frightened.” He shifted his weight, slowly swaying back and forth. “But I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m going to get you out safely.”

He was aware that another burst of energy could erupt from the terrified girl at any moment, but that was just a risk he was going to have to take. As he held the girl and tried to comfort her, he swore that he’d make whoever was responsible for this pay.

[Serras-Kai]

The walls trembled in a horrific shudder, twisting and churning in a horrific manner as Kaos' attack slammed into it, ripping holes in it, revealing beneath bones and muscles beneath, as though it were a living body. Buckets of blood exploded from the wall, spilling outward all across the ground and dripping out at a rather horrific rate.

It took no time for Nouri to reach the stranger- he was almost right up the hall, hidden by some sort of whitish haze that hid him a mere one hundred feet from the cells he had emerged from.

The man before him wasn't immediately frightening- a man of average height, a red vest made of a series of metal plates with a large black symbol carved into the chest of it. It's hair was shoulder-length, its face pale and eyes dead. The arms were sheathed in blackened cloth, ending in black, fingerless gloves wrapped around a pair of long blades, already drenched in blood. The walls around what could be assumed as Zanith seemed to never have once resembled the walls from before- ragged bits of flesh hung from tattered bones and bits of meat, torn to mere shreds and spread all around the man. He too was drenched in blood and meat, giving him a rather horrific appearance.

Zanith turned slowly to face Nouri, his eyes black with rage and death. A horrid scar ran down his cheek, blackened by a postmortem scab of some kind. He slashed in a simultaneous "X" shape in front of him, lowering his weapons after until the points nearly gashed the ground, lowered his head, and marched determinedly towards Nouri as a rather devilish smile arched across his face.

[Tony Redgrave]

Moving forward was always reassuring for him. Coupled with that fact that more or less, he had won his "little bet", he was feeling pretty good right now. On the other hand, his rather twiggy friend was trying to speak up for a change.

"What are you planning to do...? You're not really going to try and fight... right?"
he managed wheezed out. It was clear speech was a pained effort for him. "I did say I was going to take care of it but I'm not really planning on it. He referred to all of us as "subjects" and I honestly don't remember how I got here or anything other then what I think I was doing before hand."

Just up ahead, the two of them noticed a white haze clouding the pathway forward. He took it as a sign that soon enough, things would be getting much more interesting."This is a test of our individual abilities I bet but he is going to make it interesting by giving us opponents who we will need to work together to take down. I'm certain that I won't be doing too much myself and with you on my back, that just makes it worst."

It wouldn't be much further until he was completely whisked away into the thick of the fog and from the sounds, the source of the noise. "That doesn't answer my question.. you don't even have anything aside from that metal bracer on your arm.. so you have no weapon either?"


"Just trust me ya gangling little lank. Things will get sorted out soon enough." Soon as in now. For they had both come face to face with their first opponent and the destruction. Clad in armor and wielding a blade in each hand, it was clear this one was a swordsman or sorts. But by what seemed to be mindless destruction of his surroundings and how blood and flesh had sullied his skin and clothes, he didn't seem to be of sound mind.

A fact which soon because clear as he turned to face him. He couldn't detect even a hint of life within his eyes. In fact, all he could feel from them was pure and unbridled rage. The scar on the cheek wasn't really making the vibe he gave off any better either. But, that didn't matter at the moment. With that slashing motion, forward march, and twisted grin on his face, He was ready to move on from slashing walls and onto slashing people.

Jacob shook in fright but, Nouri kept his cool and seemed rather unimpressed with his opponents display. In fact, he returned Zanith's gestures with a smile of his own and equally determined stride forward. "Well look at you, swords in hand and bloodied "

Ka-Shing!

Out from the metal bracer upon his left arm, a curved blade had erupted outward. With this, it was all beginning..

""You seem talented when it comes to slicing things that don't put up resistance but I wonder how you will go about cutting up a moving target!" His pace tend accelerated to the point of a swift sprint forward. His bladed left arm out in front of him, his fist clenched and facing upward while his right arm was by his side, elbow bent and fist clenched and upward as the left.

With the obvious fact that his opponents weapon had more range then the short sword he had, It was best to close the distance as soon as possible. Fighting against a blade with more range was in principle, the same as fighting against an opponent who is faster then you after all. If you could rush in and stop their opening moves, you could sway victory in your general direction.

But, with his passenger on his back and the fact that he didn't know much about this guy, this was a dangerous game..

[Kismet]

“Shit.” Captain Falcon hissed, tightly tucking the girl’s face into his shoulder to obscure her view from the horrific scene unfolding around them. His legs exploding with energy, Captain Falcon launched himself out of the cell with his wards still held firmly in his arms. Another blow like that to this girl’s frail psyche and she would likely never recover. For one horrible instant, the Captain considered the very real possibility that he would be unable to save her from the horrors of this ghastly prison.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

Rocketing out of the cell at ludicrous speeds, Captain Falcon leapt in to the air and landed on the wall across from the cell door. With another burst of energy, he Wall Jumped off its surface and returned safely to the ground, the horrific wall and blood spray out of view.

Keeping the girl’s head held firmly into his shoulder, Captain Falcon examined himself. Blood had splattered all across his left leg, but they were both otherwise unmarked. Sighing, he returned his attention to the girl and resumed trying to comfort her.

[Nynx]

The little girl in white rose to her feet when the blood began gushing out of the walls. Her back hit the wall but that gave her another icky feeling. All she could feel was skin, sweat, and very disgusting fluids. She wanted to gag, no she wanted to throw up her entire intestines at this point. The smell wasn't any better either. It was like an intense smell of body odor which shoved into her tiny nostrils. All of this ickyness and all of these words of experiments. She wanted to go home, wherever that was.. This place was terrible but it also seemed that she wasn't alone. Among the people she saw there was a boy with spiky hair, a masked man in spandex and a little girl in some sort of body suit. Both the men looked calm in a somewhat disturbed manner but the girl seemed to be having more trouble that she was. It was the girl that blew a hole in the wall which made the little Star even more nervous. How can a girl so small have so much strength. The logic of it all is confusing. Everyone left a few moments later which gave her nothing to do but sulk around in a smelly cell but since the cell was open she figured it was best to walk outside. There wasn't really much to look at except more gross membranes but she did hear something from below. Her legs were shacking with nervousness but by some miracle, they dragged her down the hallway of blood, sweat and tears.

[Angel]

Kaos was very happy with the idea of pushing her face into the body of the man that was holding her.. Captain Falcon. He was a hero.. a real hero. He had her small body pinned to him, so even if she didn't want to be in this position.. it wouldn't be easy to escape it.

Her mind was concentrating, getting into the ZONE though. She was getting into her own mind completely... her mind slowly lose the turth of the reality around her. Her breathing slowed, her body started feeling ligther and lighter. She was slowly coming to peace with her emotions... unless something really shook her out of it, within the next post.. she would have full control of the sights, sounds and feelings she would have.

Which might be the answer to Captain Falcon's inner dilemma.

[Serras-Kai]

And so the fight had begun.

Zanith rocked on one foot before kicking towards Nouri at a startling speed, sweeping his sword across from left to right. The follow up was a series of nine consecutive strikes with his left hand, the sword ringing out in a howling screech as he did so. His combo would continue even if any one, or all the strikes were blocked, so it really didn't matter to him. This series ended with a single, massive strike with his right hand, bringing the longsword down with a shocking amount of force the likes of which normal humans could not manage.

Meanwhile, back with the others, there was something going on. The people had some trouble of their own to contend with.

"You know," A sharp breath rang out across the tunnel. "You neeever see a member of the Siix Shades... without the other."

Behind Captain Falcon there was a dark figure. Tall and thin, he wore a skin-tight shirt and what appeared to be a combat-grade belt and pants. In his hand was a strange Katana-like weapon, long and thin with a handle as long as the blade. A quick swipe at the Captain's back punctuated the point of the voice- there were six people loose in here, all of whom were determined to prove that science prevails.

[Kismet]

In the instant before the fiend struck, Captain Falcon noticed that there was yet another prisoner locked in this living madhouse with them. And then the swordsman appeared behind him, and he had to move.

Leaping away from the madman and his blade, the Captain focused on the other girl, the one he hadn’t noticed before. “Take care of her!” He yelled, landing deftly on the soft floor and depositing his strangely silent companion inside the cell.

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Then, he slowly turned to face his opponent, rage glimmering in his eyes. “The frightened reach out,” he growled, advancing slowly, his footsteps splashing dully in the floors wet grooves. “You cast them aside. The weak cry out,” he stopped, standing just outside the sword’s range. “You raise your fist against them.” Captain Falcon lowered himself into a crouched dragon stance and extended his fist towards the beast. “I may once have held mercy for you, but now we rise to pay you in kind.”

He flipped his palm upward and extended his fingers, and motioned for the swordsman to approach. “Now come on. Show me your moves.”

[Tony Redgrave]

~Ah the fast ones, I always get the fast ones!~

He had already figured that much out with that sudden step and yet, he had no time to sit and ponder on it as his opponent was already swiping at him. Recognizing what was to come, he hastily halted his run and jumped back, his companion holding onto him as tight as tight could be. He was frightened and weaken from his own ordeals but, he began to notice something.

But it would have to wait. More attacks soon followed and he stood his ground and kept his stance firm. He then utilized that small side arm to much to the amazement of his partner, parry each of the strikes. His body rocked from each clash with the steel but, it was manageable. Nine strikes he counted before his senses kicked in. He detected the moment his opponent began to raise his arm up high for the final strike.

Finally! He had waited long enough as it was and a counter attack was within sight! Taking what little time he had, he stepped into range. His body turned and swayed to the right, enough to not only dodge but put him in range to attack in same motion as well. For that other fist had clinched didn't stay idle. It burst forward as he swayed, corkscrewing counterclockwise and extending straight towards Zanith's face. Hopefully, challenging him with a bare hand would be a tactic crazy enough to work.

[Serras-Kai]

It happens.
Shit, that is.
As does damage.

Nouri's blade slid right into Zanith's neck, stabbing right out the other side. Zanith's expression didn't change- his face blank and dead as ever. He didn't move, he didn't even seem to be effected. In fact, he reacted by wrapping his left arm around Nouri in an attempt to grip him, followed by a quick stab with his right sword, right on the shoulder beside the base of the neck, ramming it as hard as his body would allow into that spot- he saw no way for his victim to escape, but he wouldn't doubt that someone, somewhere, would be able to.

The man with the Katana intended on taking the Captain up on his offer.

A step, a slash- fake. He'd taught Gozer the move, in fact. He raised his hand above his head and outstretched his arm at a slight angle. From this, he rotated his wrist (and thus his sword) clockwise in hopes of allowing the Captain to block him. However, right before the weapon hit the Captain's block, the silent man slammed his free hand into the weapon's handle, throwing it with startling speed into a complete reversal, counter clockwise with hopes of contacting somewhere near the near the hips.

Halfway between the two fights two people appeared from seemingly nothing. Both female, one short, the other- shorter. The shorter of the two was dressed in white, while the other in black- the both had two swords, each. The taller of the two was decked out in a red cloak, and a bow hung from her back.

Whoosh.

Behind Kaos and her new acquaintance, a massive man appeared as well, blocking nearly entirely a smaller man in blue. The huge man, muscles and plate mail obscuring his figure and giving him a frightfully bulky appearance, loomed over the two with the malice of one who sought vengeance for a thousand atrocities. His eyes glowed with a sort of magic not of this plane... his sword as tall as his body, chipped and scarred. The other, robed in blue, was rather unassuming in appearance, but his eyes gave the appearance of a hidden wrath.

At midnight, all the agents gather....

[Nynx]

"What was going on here?" Star thought as she lifted the girl's upper body off the ground, holding her in her arms. The strange man she saw earlier dumped this other girl on him and proceeded to fight someone that was approaching behind her and speaking of people behind her, there was a big bulky, muscular man standing behind her who seemed to have come from no where. The man looked at them with a pair of glowing eyes so terrifying it froze her in her tracks. What was she going to do? Run? How could she with this girl in her care? The weapon the man was carrying was huge, as if he was bread to slay dragons or giant beast. Her emotions were running rampant. She could feel it, she could see it. The presence of the two pyreflies circling around her as if she was a giant atom. As her nerves rattled she couldn't help but notice the 2 girls behind the bulky man. They were another pair that came out of no where to frighten us prisoners. However the question flowing through her head was "why"? What is the purpose of this experiment? What goal are they trying to accomplish? Why were we the ones chosen for this? So many answers yet no one seems to want to answer. Star had hoped to get some answers soon before something terrible happens. The situation didn't look good and it was bound to get worse.

[Tony Redgrave]

Ah.. Zanith "From Beyond The Grave" With a name like that and how he was behaving, he should have guessed it all from the start. But no, it took a "successful" killing blow for it to really sink in that his opponent was technically undead. Zanith was unfazed by it and still as dead and lifeless looking as ever but, Nouri wasn't exactly standing in awe either. For that latent power of his had activated from the moment he stabbed into his neck.

He instinctively realized that wouldn't work. Or rather, his body realized it. He pressed on closer, His blade retracted back into his sheave and his hand flipped upward in a flash. His palm firmly pressed under Zanith' chin and his elbow bending in suit. What did he have in mind? He was going to break Zanith's neck.. or better yet, use that wound he just made to rip his head up from the neck... well if he could that was. For now, that seemed quite unlikely. His opponent had grabbed him and reeled him in close. Close to the point where any striking power he could generate would be cut in half.

If his opponent had cognitive thought, he would realize that too. But, there was a technique to get around that disadvantage. His other hand wouldn't just be floating around like a fish in a bowl. In fact, the palm of that hand was grabbing his attacking arms elbow. There was no way he could put his strength behind just one arm but if he concentrated his force into an upward motion with both arms, he could generate more then enough power to compensate for the distance.

With that simple technique, he would be able to force his neck up so quickly and suddenly, the impending stab wouldn't be that much of an issue, with signals from the brain being cut off from the body and all. A good start but anything could happen at this point. He still didn't know all there was to Zanith and on the off chance that somehow he did survive, This fight would be more of a pain then he actually expected it to be