With Cheswick up and about, Braelin was unable to hide a beaming smile from creeping onto his features if just for a moment. All the same, it faded rather suddenly with him having to explain what little he knew about what might be going on. "We were captured, I think." Again, his digits went to trace the smooth metallic material of his collar, pondering his ability to destroy it before the explosives could detonate. However, with Cheswick chained as well and the two sharing a cell, it wasn't outside the possibility that their devices were linked. "These are meant to keep us in line." Tapping the metal as if to signify what he was talking about, he added an addendum. "The armed guards too, obviously." Braelin's worried tone had settled to something more inquisitive as if trying to take in as much information to figure an out to this situation. The oppressive training he'd been given as a tool of destruction at least had a use in these awful scenarios.
Leaving the device at his throat, the redhead instead took one of Cheswick's hands into his own and held tightly as if to assure her he was with the Garou no matter what, and perhaps to prevent her from lunging at the plexiglass appearing wall in front of them. "I'm not sure where we are, maybe in Russia still? I can remember departing the hostel, then nothing. I woke up here next." Pointing to the cells lining the bleak facade opposite theirs, he changed the subject suddenly. "We aren't alone in this either, it seems." Braelin then turned to meet Cheswick's troubled features, kissing her forehead out of reflex. "We just have to wait for the right opportunity to escape." The golem would get no further in his attempt to reassure the wolf, interrupted by a harsh click of an intercom buzzing to life.
"Hello, I am Prefect Osmond, the operator of this facility and overseer of your lives from here on. Once a year, our organization puts on exposition for our investors and benefactors, which is where your purpose is realized.To the point, each of you will be fighting in a death match of sorts, the prize being your freedom if you are the final team standing. Some of you were collected together or were paired at random, either way, you will have to work as a cohesive unit if you wish to endure the savage environment and challenges you will encounter. Soon you will be deposited throughout a deserted town in the arctic wasteland of Siberia and left to fend for yourselves with but the clothing on your backs. None of you are without a means to defend yourselves, all of you possess enhanced abilities that place you on a pedestal well above the average human. There are no rules in this engagement, make alliances if you so desire, or slaughter one another like animals. All that is certain is that only a single pairing will survive at the end of this." With a slight bit of feedback, the line shut off and concluded the long monologue from a well-articulated, British-accented male, leaving the prisoners to let the gravity of his words sink in.
Jarringly, the speakers cut in awkwardly with a cough to clear his throat. "Please try and put on a good show, that is all." Silence from Osmand prompted a supplementary detachment of guards to enter the room from out of sight. Only when there stood a trio of rifle-bearing soldiers outside every containment compartment did the translucent paneling separating the prisoners from the guards slide open. "Out." A cold, filtered order was given with the wave of the barrel politely urging Braelin and Cheswick to get to their feet and step out past the armored sentinels. Never did Braelin release his grip on Cheswick, he wasn't about to lose her before they had a proper chance at escaping.
In the spacious chamber, the pair were greeted by [numerous other collared individuals], all with varying looks on their faces, though most appeared confused and or concerned as Braelin had been/was. These were to be his opponents, an unassuming lot at a glance, but from what Osmond said the entire party consisted of metahumans, so nothing could be taken at face value.
One of the hired muscle was clearly a step above the rest, even beyond in his immaculate and advanced gear in the manner that he presented himself. Despite his title of commanding officer, his filtered voice came across like any of the faceless thugs. "Don't worry, you'll all be free of us soon enough. We're to transport you all six to a helicopter and drop you off at the LZ, from there you'll be on your own." Performing an about-face, he led the collective towards a set of massive double doors at the end of the hallway. "I will remind you since we have a case or two happen every year, that this period between now and you hitting the town is quite possibly the worst chance for any of you to make an attempt at fleeing."
A deafening hydraulic hiss escaped the barrier as it parted, much to the dismay of the prisoners it had been keeping at bay the frigid gusts of air buffeting the helicopter pad. Advancing was a struggle in itself as their assortment was split apart and cordoned off to a different helicopter on the pad. All the while being reminded by the officer to hustle, to take into account that the wind chill made it so that frostbite would onset in minutes without protection.
Before entering the sleek, midnight military bird of prey, a blood-curdling scream cut above the roar of the gale. One of the mercenaries crumpled to the snow in a heap with crimson seeping through the cracks in his plating.
"Telekinesis? Cute." The commander nor any of the other guards aimed their rifles down at the oddly sprightly [woman] with dirty blonde hair as if denying her threat despite their deceased partner.
"We will see how you feel about it will be once I toss you off of the mountain." Raising her arms as if to enunciate her threat, what she got instead was the soldier turning his back to her to proceed with his operation.
"We don't have time for this. My advice to you is to remove the collar before it's detonated."
A grimace to her lips she hesitated on her attack to direct her energy into the collar itself. "Don't you turn your back from me, asshole. I'll show you..." The pop of the explosion was nigh audible over the force of the air, a sanguine mist painting the dusting of white underneath as her head disappeared from sight.
Treading through the tainted snow, the individual that had been her designated partner reached the commander who had but a select of words to acknowledge the situation. "Unfortunately, you drew the short straw this year and lost your partner before the event began." Hitting a switch on the exterior of the helicopter, a break appeared on the exterior, widening to allow access.
The dark skinned man merely gave a shrug as he boarded the vehicle with the officer and a selection of other troops. "To my advantage, I work best alone." Then they were closed off from the arctic atmosphere.
Braelin and Cheswick were both made to board a separate helicopter with two teams and a battalion of guards. Once seated the pilot wasted not a moment in hitting the engines and lurching them with haste off of the helipad and towards their destination.
[[I have some shit to edit, but I wanted to get this out]]
Leaving the device at his throat, the redhead instead took one of Cheswick's hands into his own and held tightly as if to assure her he was with the Garou no matter what, and perhaps to prevent her from lunging at the plexiglass appearing wall in front of them. "I'm not sure where we are, maybe in Russia still? I can remember departing the hostel, then nothing. I woke up here next." Pointing to the cells lining the bleak facade opposite theirs, he changed the subject suddenly. "We aren't alone in this either, it seems." Braelin then turned to meet Cheswick's troubled features, kissing her forehead out of reflex. "We just have to wait for the right opportunity to escape." The golem would get no further in his attempt to reassure the wolf, interrupted by a harsh click of an intercom buzzing to life.
"Hello, I am Prefect Osmond, the operator of this facility and overseer of your lives from here on. Once a year, our organization puts on exposition for our investors and benefactors, which is where your purpose is realized.To the point, each of you will be fighting in a death match of sorts, the prize being your freedom if you are the final team standing. Some of you were collected together or were paired at random, either way, you will have to work as a cohesive unit if you wish to endure the savage environment and challenges you will encounter. Soon you will be deposited throughout a deserted town in the arctic wasteland of Siberia and left to fend for yourselves with but the clothing on your backs. None of you are without a means to defend yourselves, all of you possess enhanced abilities that place you on a pedestal well above the average human. There are no rules in this engagement, make alliances if you so desire, or slaughter one another like animals. All that is certain is that only a single pairing will survive at the end of this." With a slight bit of feedback, the line shut off and concluded the long monologue from a well-articulated, British-accented male, leaving the prisoners to let the gravity of his words sink in.
Jarringly, the speakers cut in awkwardly with a cough to clear his throat. "Please try and put on a good show, that is all." Silence from Osmand prompted a supplementary detachment of guards to enter the room from out of sight. Only when there stood a trio of rifle-bearing soldiers outside every containment compartment did the translucent paneling separating the prisoners from the guards slide open. "Out." A cold, filtered order was given with the wave of the barrel politely urging Braelin and Cheswick to get to their feet and step out past the armored sentinels. Never did Braelin release his grip on Cheswick, he wasn't about to lose her before they had a proper chance at escaping.
In the spacious chamber, the pair were greeted by [numerous other collared individuals], all with varying looks on their faces, though most appeared confused and or concerned as Braelin had been/was. These were to be his opponents, an unassuming lot at a glance, but from what Osmond said the entire party consisted of metahumans, so nothing could be taken at face value.
One of the hired muscle was clearly a step above the rest, even beyond in his immaculate and advanced gear in the manner that he presented himself. Despite his title of commanding officer, his filtered voice came across like any of the faceless thugs. "Don't worry, you'll all be free of us soon enough. We're to transport you all six to a helicopter and drop you off at the LZ, from there you'll be on your own." Performing an about-face, he led the collective towards a set of massive double doors at the end of the hallway. "I will remind you since we have a case or two happen every year, that this period between now and you hitting the town is quite possibly the worst chance for any of you to make an attempt at fleeing."
A deafening hydraulic hiss escaped the barrier as it parted, much to the dismay of the prisoners it had been keeping at bay the frigid gusts of air buffeting the helicopter pad. Advancing was a struggle in itself as their assortment was split apart and cordoned off to a different helicopter on the pad. All the while being reminded by the officer to hustle, to take into account that the wind chill made it so that frostbite would onset in minutes without protection.
Before entering the sleek, midnight military bird of prey, a blood-curdling scream cut above the roar of the gale. One of the mercenaries crumpled to the snow in a heap with crimson seeping through the cracks in his plating.
"Telekinesis? Cute." The commander nor any of the other guards aimed their rifles down at the oddly sprightly [woman] with dirty blonde hair as if denying her threat despite their deceased partner.
"We will see how you feel about it will be once I toss you off of the mountain." Raising her arms as if to enunciate her threat, what she got instead was the soldier turning his back to her to proceed with his operation.
"We don't have time for this. My advice to you is to remove the collar before it's detonated."
A grimace to her lips she hesitated on her attack to direct her energy into the collar itself. "Don't you turn your back from me, asshole. I'll show you..." The pop of the explosion was nigh audible over the force of the air, a sanguine mist painting the dusting of white underneath as her head disappeared from sight.
Treading through the tainted snow, the individual that had been her designated partner reached the commander who had but a select of words to acknowledge the situation. "Unfortunately, you drew the short straw this year and lost your partner before the event began." Hitting a switch on the exterior of the helicopter, a break appeared on the exterior, widening to allow access.
The dark skinned man merely gave a shrug as he boarded the vehicle with the officer and a selection of other troops. "To my advantage, I work best alone." Then they were closed off from the arctic atmosphere.
Braelin and Cheswick were both made to board a separate helicopter with two teams and a battalion of guards. Once seated the pilot wasted not a moment in hitting the engines and lurching them with haste off of the helipad and towards their destination.
[[I have some shit to edit, but I wanted to get this out]]
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