Chains (Open)

Thread PL: 8,000

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Where had Yogu been? It was a decent question, seeing as how none of his family had heard from him in months. Was he out on some grand adventure? Training hard for something or other?

Nah.

He got thrown in prison. It turns out the police are actually pretty good at tracking you down when you blow up a building. It was totally some sorta joke that was getting played on the kid. Sure, he was made of thicker skin then most, but he was pretty sure he couldn't level a warehouse.

Regardless, he was here. There wasn't much he could do about it. It wasn't all bad; none of the other prisoners, all of which absolutely terrified the boy, ever bothered him. Yogu supposed rumors of what he had allegedly done have spread. He didn't mind it though, for the most part, he could just go about his day, which consisted of eating, manual labor, training, bathing, and sleeping. Combine that with the Southern Tropics weather, and this wasn't really too far off from what Yogu envisioned for himself. Aside from the shock collar strapped tight around his neck, this was a pretty content little life he had.

But it was all gonna come crashing down within the next few minutes. Yogu was in his cell, doing some absentminded thing. Probably taking a dump or something. The first thing that he noticed was a slight shaking, causing a little piece of cement to fall from the ceiling and tap him on the head. He'd thought it was an earthquake at first, but it came to an abrupt stop. Then the sirens started going off. It was pretty obvious what was happening now. In a hurry, Yogu hops off the toilet and pulls his pants up, tripping over himself a few times while getting to his cell door. Just in the corner of his view, he could see a massive hole in the prison wall leading to the outside. He couldn't not take this chance, right? It wasn't like any of the guards'd be able to stop him. He gave a good tug at the collar and it didn't budge. That could end up being a problem. "Eh, screw it. This is the most interesting thing to happen in MONTHS!" Yogu backed up to the other side of his cell and charged the door with his shoulder. The door gave like a sheet of paper. Yogu started making his way outside before things could turn into a full-on riot.

Upon stepping out from the big hole, the outside was a lot less chaotic than he was expecting. The security guys were probably still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. He spotted two people in particular. One looked like a little girl; the other looked like... Well, let's just say they looked like someone that would break out of prison by blowing a hole in the wall. The kid in a prison and the large, but at this point, Yogu really had to stop questioning things and start just kinda goin' with the flow. "Hey, guys! Sup! Can you guys get this collar offa me? I'd love to help you guys help me get outta here, but I also don't wanna get tased." He nervously looks back and points at the gaping hole, "Th-That was you guys, right? Wanna make sure I'm talkin' to the right side in all of... this." Yogu gestures out at the whole mess these two seemed to have caused.

Aw man, he was probably gonna have to beat up a bunch of random innocent guys to get out of here, huh? That was gonna suck. "This'll just be a cheat day for doin' evil shit, don't gotta tell anybody... Just 'till I'm outta here."

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wc: 631

Having a team is nice indeed... mused Curie, her look of ambivalence failing to betray her underlying interest. Supplication: Perhaps I could improvise some more?

"You two don't seem particularly roughed up. Admission: I was under the impression that this facility was a far more barbaric localle. Humans tend to enjoy inflicting violence unto one another,"  remarked the Destron Droid, dissapointment dripping from her voice. "-but it seems the collars are the extent of your ails. Resignation: It should be fine, I suppose."

Wordlessly (if you discounted her monologue, that is), the metallic goo orbiting the infant sprung to action, launching a long tendril through the hole Sesame had so generously left for it. The tentacle moved with poise and purpose- and pried the doors of each cell in rapid sucession. It deftly darted around the guards, the geometric pattern left in its wake a testament to how maneuverable it was.

Commotion ensued. Curie motioned towards the door.

"I have taken the liberty of jamming the emitters they utilize to shock the inmates. Sarcasm: They had a formidable defense system."

The commotion continued to ensue.

"Explanation: I think it would be very, very entertaining to witness a prison brawl between the inmates and the guards. Which of the biologicals will stand on top? I am quite interested to find out."

Footsteps rang out through the facility, shouts and clattering echoed throughout the sky. From around the bend, a group of guards arrived- and Curie had finally located her sacrifices.

"Of course, for my assistance, I expect you do the same. To make things fair... Suggestion: if you kill any of them, I'll sound a global distress signal!"

As if flipping on a switch, Curie changed- gone was her floating mass of goo, sent to do work elsewhere... and instead, there was nothing but a young child... one who quickly snatched Yogu's hand, and placed it atop her shoulder.

Before she started crying. Howling... nothing but a poor, young girl, caught in the clutches of a dangerous prisoner.

"WAAAAA! OFFICERS~! HELP MEEEEE~!"

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wc: 349

This girl was quite odd. He had to admit he was dragged to listen to what she had to say and what she was doing here. Sesame watched as she began to rip cells open to allow prisoners out. A lot of dangerous folks were now going to be out and about. Hurting a lot of people, but it would also be a lot of smokescreen. Perfect. She was also not just some person, she seemed to be some sort of mass, she was able to form limbs as she ripped the bars off the cells. However, Sesame was finding that this was not just a breakout. Curie explained that she wanted to create some sort of prison brawl between the prisoners and the guards. And if they killed anyone they would be at risk from some global distress signal that would alert everyone to this prison break. Sesame frowned, so she was not here to help in an escape. Then it was time to get out of here.

Anyway, Sesame glanced as Yogu noted that his power was able to be sensed. Sesame had forgotten to hide his power. That made sense he had been stuck in prison. Sesame ripped the collar off Yogu with little extra force as a result of this. He was annoyed that it was not the first thing he remembered to keep up. This only got worse as guards arrived to stop them. Then Curie moved herself to be grabbed by Yogu to be some sort of hostage. Sesame frown deepened even more. Yogu had now to deal with that as he hit one of the guards with a cuff and also chucked Curie at the cops. Not wanting them to hit anyone. Sesame picked up some rubble and chucked it forward. This results in a barrage of rocks hitting and knock over some of the cops. To Yogu's question, he just gave a thumbs up. They would need to get out of here as soon as possible.


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Yogu's mind raced, trying to come up with some idea to get out of there. But that would be pretty hard, considering they were on some prison island out in the eternal ocean. Things were looking pretty rough; escaped prisoners started making their way outside, and the brawl between them and the onslaught of guards was turning pretty bloody and brutal. "Hey, that global alarm thingy won't get sounded if they kill each other, right?" he says as a guard clubs a prisoner over the head. So basically, Yogu had nothing. The pink dude was helping him out, chucking some rubble. Then, out of nowhere the strange liquid metal stuff around the child moved again, providing cover for her and the guards. At least Yogu wasn't completely alone in this situation. And he had a feeling this strong silent type dude was going to be his only way out.

His attention turned back to the kid and what he watched made his skin crawl. He thought she'd have been a distraction for the guards, but it turns out kids had a lot more oomph to them when thrown than Yogu thought. They were out cold. That wasn't the skin-crawly creepy part, though. That was when she took up the little radio thingamajiggy and mimicked the guy that almost shot Yogu. "Oh just what the hell are you...?" Whatever this "kid" was, they definitely weren't human. Unless they were just really, really good at impressions and happened to have living metal as a pet. But the chances of that seemed pretty slim.

Being taken by surprise by all of this left Yogu pretty open; the first chunk of rubble hitting him in the stomach was more than enough to knock him out. Luckily, the second piece came right after and smashed up his nose beyond recognition; that was a pretty good wake-up call to spring into action. The rest of the rubble comes and tears Yogu up as he marches forward towards Curie, "Alright, ya little weirdo! ENOUGH of this dumb game! I'm gonna go out there and eat something that isn't prison gruel for the first time in months, and some freaky little kid with a buncha issues isn't gonna stop me!" Yogu picks up a chunk of rubble from the attack. A slight glow of a ki aura begins to set in around it; until the rock becomes not much more than a battery to hold some of his energy in. He reels back like a baseball pitcher and lobs it at Curie, testing the waters of just how weird and strong the kid was.

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wc: 436

Yogu is attacking Curie with Ki Focus for 3,200 damage! This technique has the Bleed variant.
KP: 6/6 -> 4/6
MP: 0/6 -> 2/6
I think I got the MP right? If it's not lmk.

In truth, it wouldn't have sounded for any reason- because it didn't exist. Curie simply acted off the good faith that biologicals were gullible and prone to suggestion, that if she said there was a global distress signal, they'd believe her. It seemed she was, more or less, correct- if it did exist, Curie definitely didn't know anything about it.

Classic biological behaviors. Poor things.

Such was Curie's line of thinking. Thus, when the human bent to pick up yet another rock after she'd just finished deflecting his previous volley at her, she figured it was just more of the same. Biologicals trying the same thing, over and over and over, with the expectation that somehow, it'd work this time. A cute phenomenon.

"More rocks? Mocking: I thought you humans fancied yourself beyond the stone age?"

What Curie didn't expect, however, was just how much force was put into it. Curie was under the impression that she could simply catch the rock and shatter it- thus, when it slammed into the palm of her outstretched hand and began to move her backwards, she was more then a little shocked. She planted her feet firmly in the ground, feet boring long scrapes through the floor before her momentum halted. The palm she used to block the rock came out burned black- Curie glared at the appendage with kissed teeth.

"Defiance: You must be the one with issues, inmate. Inference: Is it this same impulsivity that got you caught?"

Forming a taut ball of metal sludge with her palms, Curie wound back her arm, pitching the ball to the human in the fashion of one of his planet's many sports. This ball, however, was quite a deal more dangerous then your average baseball- mid-flight, the ball exploded, sending chunks of metal shrapnel in all directions!

The thundering steps of guards rang from around the building.