Cʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟs (Multi-fandom) --> Closed

[sugarbird]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐭 I 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐝

Shifting uncomfortably as the creature looked at her for a moment longer with that never-ending stare. Thankfully, his stare was instead pointed at a horned man. Or.. thing. Humans didn't have mechanical arms, did they? In turn, the same human stole a glance in her direction with briefly locked eyes. Turning away, she was just happy to be somewhat further away from anyone else. And she was sure that she wouldn't make any allies after how poorly she attempted to escape. She thought that because there were others here who were apparently partnering up. Having no one to turn to, she simply looked down with her confidence completely gone. But hope wasn't out the window yet. She began mumbling again, not intending for anyone to hear.

𝐖𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐲 I 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨

Wendy was very relieved to hear that. Thank goodness. she thought. Even during the one, singular time where she would force herself to put up with being bossed around for the sake of returning home, she was nice enough to rule most of it out. An "Ultimate Soldier," huh? That sounded kinda cool. With her by her side, it wouldn't be too much of a sweat to take out anyone who wanted to pick a fight. And it was good that she was doing most of the planning. Wendy more so just-- does. And she couldn't help her slight smirk at the mention of her going against her own advice. As she briefly discussed more of the plan, and she nodded. "Sure. But what'll be the excuse?" Following behind, she glanced a bit outside and saw that there wasn't too much to see out there other than more security. Not only that, but the two guards seemed to take notice to their coming. "Hmm?" She kept a calm disposition, not raising any suspicion.

[stranger danger]

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[ female - located in the cells - with no one - mentioned no one - open! ]
after interrogation, she was shoved into her own cell and a handed some prison clothes, expected to change. after changing, she plucked at the sleeves and the sweater that stopped at her upper arms. yoga pants that reminded her of something ivy would wear when meditating. the doors open again, and she's dragged away into the cafeteria and told to socialize. blowing a raspberry after the guard, she takes a step in. bouncing on her legs, she wanders into the lunch line and finds food from home! grinning, she grabs for batman-branded burgers and fries (yes, batman was a chain of fast food restaurants) and a soda. hopping giddily over to a table she sits down, digging into her meal and taking the time to glance around at others.

mucnhing happily, she gazes over at a small green creature - kind of like a martian! - with a gem in her forehead. harley briefly considers yanking it from her forehead. giggling, she glances over to a man? dripping black ooze. she verbally 'ooh's at his image, taking note to talk to him later. there was a robot man, a girl with red hair talking to a brunette - so much personality for one room. if only pammy or mister j were here - they'd light up the room in a second.

[potatoscones]

futo no mononobe - tags;; airman

"Hmm..." Instead of pressing further, Futo snapped back into a sitting position, tapping a finger on her chin as if in thought. She nodded as if coming to some conclusion, but it would be something convoluted and long-winded. "So you are crafted from metal? And thine peers are all different? We've not people of metal in my home dwelling, but there is one... such nuisance who crafted metal arms that rescind out from her satchel. The move and shoot." The thought of it was actually a bit frightening - she'd been on the receiving end and unfortunate amount of times. "Ah, so thee also participated in war? Fie, but mineself orchestrated it, rather than play soldier."

[Crookedleaf]

|Maven|Male|Cafeteria|Tags-Shadow
"Hmmm." 'If turning into a spiritt can get us out then so be it', Maven thought. "Lets do it so we can get out," Maven said softly keeping his voice low," To getting out!" Maven held out his pale hand to Shadow.

[beebopbee]

Shadow|Female|Tagged: Maven, Open

She listened to him. She thought about how he had absolutely no idea about the Spiritt realm.

She sighed and shook his hand, forcing a smile.

" We still need to know when to do it and where. "

She tapped her long claws on the table, her eyes

lit noticeably as she thought about slicing the Hostbodie's skin open.

his blood would be sour, which was a shame. All Darlk's had sour blood though.

It made her think about the time as kids when Her and Raven were swimming

and he cut his foot on the rock, It turned the water deep black as that

was the colour of all

Darlk's blood....

[AssassinPerson]

Millie | Female | 22 | Tags: Bomb Man
The human didn’t know that robots, of all things, could show expressions, but that kinda made some sense since they were from different worlds. And she could tell that this guy, Bomb Man, was intrigued by her mention of escaping from prisons. Good. It probably was what people wanted to hear when they were stuck in a prison with people they didn’t know. They would know which person they wanted to ally themselves with. He then finally asked a question, this one about why she was sent to prison in the first place. “It’s... Pretty boring, actually. One of my friends got sent to prison after being falsely accused of something, I secretly assisted him in escaping, and then let him hide at my house... And then we were caught about a week later” Millie just shrugs at this. It was kinda boring to her, not as interesting as a lot of other stories she had heard from people she spoke to in those prisons she had been to. “I’m sure your reason for being here is more interesting than my reason. I mean, the guards here don’t even seem to think I’m that dangerous. Or that it’s risky to let me run around here freely. Once I know what I’m doing, I’ll be out, and nobody here will get to see me again”

[Crookedleaf]

|Maven|Male|Cafeteria|Tags-Shadow

Maven wondered why Shadow's eyes lit up as she looked at him. 'Now...If I'm stabbed in the back from this I'm going to burn her...I'm to far into this to back out now...I'm going to do this for Mare,' Maven thought. "I don't know where the best place would be to do it," Maven says," Maybe the cells perhaps," Maven says as he heats up the air around them(Burners like Maven, can effect the air around them)," Turning into a Spiritt has to be less pain than what my mom did to me...Cutting up my mind like she did..." Maven face falls but he quickly puts his mask back up.

[beebopbee]

Shadow|Female|Tagged: Maven, Open

"If we pick the cells you need to be thin enough to fit through the bars."

She looked at him, her tail lashed and her ears folded.

"I bet you can though, you look like a farmer without pay- look like a skeleton."

She tucked her long hair behind her ears, feeling the air heat.

She sniffed him.

"You aren't sick. It's your fire thing right"?

She didn't look very concerned, only a waver in her voice.

She remembered his answer.

"It's not "painful". Well--

It is painful. ---

It kinda crushes your bones and reforms them. It's like falling off a 45-story tower, then doing it in reverse."

[Leaf_Blaze]

Bendy | Tags: Tord

Of all things, Bendy certainly did not expect a salute. This guy better not devolve into a complete nutcase like Sammy did, his internal dialogue cut in before he stopped that thought dead in its tracks. Instead, the demon opted to get a better look at the person in front of him.
A human, definitely, with harsh scars on his right side. I don't think he can see out that eye, either... He also had a coat with two letters on it. "R.L?" What's that stand for, "Rotten Lettuce"? Nah, that's dumb. Maybe its a name. Bendy noticed "R.L"s arm. Metal, he'd seen a Boris clone with a metal arm. He has a story, Bendy concluded. ... I should probably respond to him now.
He decided to simply stare at "R.L" and awaited his next move. Spending over thirty years in an abandoned studio with nothing but barely-sentient creatures and people who were either scared of him or hated him did not help in the socializing department.

[Blu-Mutt]

Vanitas || Male || Tags: Open

Well this was all just a huge inconvenience for Vanitas, who had more important matters to be tending to than dealing with this whole prison situation. Being here annoyed him already despite not being imprisoned for that long. What made it all even worse was that some kind of.. collar thing? Whatever, it was forced upon his neck to restrict his own dark powers. He was sure that if he was still capable of using his abilities and weapon, that he would've been out and back to his own dimension on the first day. At least with it on, no unversed could spawn from his negative emotions. Those things have always bothered him to even just look at.

Vanitas looked up immediately at the sound of his cell door emitting an audible click, watching the guard on the other side of the bars. This guy didn't even look afraid, seeing as how Vanitas' powers were rendered useless by the device around his neck. The smug expression that the guard wore was only fueling his anger more, driving him to the point where he just wanted to destroy this over-confident idiot. His hands clenched into fists as he glared at the other person with hatred, yet he controlled himself. What use would it be to attack this man anyway, it would do nothing but cause more trouble.

"Get to the cafeteria, unless you'd like to starve," The guard jeered as he stepped to the side of the door, keeping it open. "Just about everyone else is already there."

"Trust me, I'd much rather starve to death than stay here." Vanitas remarked with a smirk. He was grabbed by the arm and led down the hallway to the cafeteria anyway, where he saw many kinds of different individuals. Robots, aliens, humans... so many people from so many different worlds, and he didn't care about a single one of them. He sat down at a table that the guard took him to, and looked down at the food sitting on a plate in front of him. Even when the guard had left him, he just stared at the food and refused to take even a bit from it. He didn't even need to eat, but he wouldn't want to eat whatever was given to him by these people anyway. So there he sat, just gazing down at his meal with no more words being spoken.

Giegue || Male || Tags: Tord, Bendy

The tall alien had been dragged into the large room by two guards, his slender arms appearing to be bound together with a bracelet-like mechanism on one limb. Even with his strength hindered they were still cautious, as Giegue was a rather fearsome creature. Any mistake resulting in his escape from his restraints could cause both guards in front of him to suffer some damage. He was quickly guided to a table and seated, yet his arms remained bounded. As the guards finally walked away Giegue looked around to take in his surroundings. He saw such strange beings everywhere, and even some other humans that were prisoners as well.. He then observed those that were closest to him; a rather tall and thin demon with what looked like ink covering its body, and a human with some... odd looking hair. Peculiar..

Giegue just watched them for some time before deciding to speak to them. "What an odd group to see. Such strange life forms all gathered in one place. I'm surprised not a single one of you has tried to kill everything here yet." No emotion was shown in his voice, and he stared blankly at the two. Despite his current outward attitude, he was filled with anger towards the ones that had taken him here to this cursed place.