"... hm. That didn't last very long."
Izuru's whispy voice could barely be heard beneath the billowing discussion pervading the hallway (including Pyke's shouting). The gangly suit-and-tie clad student kept himself behind the rest of the group, distanced enough so that he wouldn't be picked up by the group's predictably short attention spans and shorter tempers.
Like a shepherd, silently watching and guiding the sheep.
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"There is a saying - actions speak louder than words, and I believe that you've spoken much more than enough, too much, in fact."
Megatron grabs a floating sword with each arm and crushes them into scrap. As he moved, any sword in the way of his arms would just bend towards its hilt.
"I may have been freed from Unicron's thrall years ago, but the body he has given me still possesses its intended capabilities. Your Necroswords are rendered ineffective upon an armour forged by another deity of death. If power and threat alone are your sole physical justifications for leadership, then leadership does not belong to you."
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"I've grown tired of you, Hela. So very, very tired. You have no point to prove. No cards left to play..."
Sinestro presenting Hela with a drained frown, his eyebrows raised. In a word, the look was condescending. Hela was a puppy backed into a corner, and her options had run out. She couldn't threaten a force that didn't fear her. She couldn't fool a force smarter than her. At that moment in time, Hela was outnumbered, outmatched and outmanned. Perhaps she was more dangerous under these circumstances? Or perhaps she was simply getting wreckless? As the focal point of her fury, Sinestro could only feel flattered.
"26 words. 26 words and your word falls apart. Would you like to hear them?"
Transing his fingers along the edge of the blades at his sides. As his hands danced, that similar rhyme danced through his ears, dulling any pain and freeing his body of hesitation. Fearless, as always, he spoke.
"In Blackest Day"
"In Brightest Night"
"Beware Your Fears Made into Light"
"Let Those Who Try to Stop What's Right"
"Burn Like My Power"
"Sinestro's Might!"
Channelling his fear and focus through his very bones, a wave of golden flame engulfed Sinestro's body as it had on that fateful night in the Sciencells. Rippling through the air like smoke from the lips of a dragon, the flare of emotion surged forth towards his wrist, the point of the plume reaching out towards his right middle finger. Once there, it wrapped itself around his hand like a cobra.
"Condensed Will and Terror. A gift I had hoped to save for our captors... but I'll settle for using it to showing you your place"
In a flash of yellow light, his uniform changed again, the navy blue that had once coated his collar and arms brightened until it shifted into a glimmering yellow. At his chest, the crest that had engulfed so many words in fear; the Crest of the Sinestro Corp.
Things had gone so much better than he had hoped. With every act, Hela simply dug her grave deeper and deeper. With every strike, she isolated herself more and more. She had better be prepared to go in alone because, after her final outburst, no one would bless her with shelter now. Alone. Isolated. Weak.
Releasing a wave of his own spikes from his back, his 8 hard-light spider legs sliced through the blades around his person with ease, before fading from sight. Across his body and face, a thin golden shield appeared, forming a second skin across his person, shielding him from any more of Hela's strikes.
Charge Check: 4.75% Charge Remaining.
Damn. His counter fit's creation was rushed. It wouldn't last more than half an hour of full capacity use. Still. It would be more than enough to keep Hela in line.
Swinging his wrist to the side, Sinestro performing a traditional Corp Ring-Sling, a golden whip leading from his ring and wrapping itself around Hela's arms and waits. Once ensnared, the rope would tighten, expand, and take on the form of several thick surgical straps. Similar bindings would close in around her ankles and hands.
Charge Check: 3.67% Charge Remaining.
"Give it up, Hela. Our captors are limiting our strength. You cannot win here. Give. Yourself. Up. We don't want to kill you, but we will. Painfully. Unless you yield"
"The General is right. Your strength holds no value here; it is tuppence. You have proven yourself to be unworthy of the mantle of leadership time and time again" Turning an eye towards Megatron, Sinestro surrendered some of his feinted authority towards the machine. "What should we do with this... Delinquent? Another chance? Back to the cells? Or maybe we do her a favour and bless her with a painless execution?"
"You shall not whisper your poison into any of our ears, Witch. Mere moments ago you tried to kill us. You've made 2 failed attempts- note how I said failed-" He mocked "On my life alone, for simply speaking words you didn't want to hear. You've proven yourself unworthy of governance time and time again. Pitiful. To have been proven weak only to grovel to return to our ranks. Has fear of death driven you from your independence? Or is it another desperate and gluttonous grasp at power? You're nothing more than a 'Queen' on her knees, Hela. A shameful contradiction. A traitor. I turn my ears from your lies. Others have done the same. I advise the General joins us in this endeavour, lest we simply gag you"
"Quite right, Candi" Sinestro smirked "Any Alliance with women like Hela anywhere near its stead is destined to fail. She's a liability; if she has tried to kill us once she will surely try to do so again, and we cannot fight our way to freedom with our heads over our shoulders"
In a hushed tone, Thaal offered Candi a greeting one she could hear.
"Watch your back, ally. If Hela is released, I am certain she will strike at us again. You and I will be made her first targets; I shall watch your back should you continue to watch mine..."
Megatron remained silent through Hela's compliments. The thought of leading a faction after (unsuccessfully) disbanding the Decepticons, that was something.
"A slap on the wrist, as they say, until she does so again. While I have picked the path of mercy, many others may not," Megatron responds, "do not waste this provided chance, Hela. Do not threaten or hinder us again."
And so they have arrived in the room.
Megatron attempts to shift the metal plating on his body, seeing if whatever took their powers took his ability to transform into his vehicle mode. If successful, he would transform back.
"Using human physiology as a basis for 'superhuman'. How quaint. Not that my transformation will help in an indoor area such as this one."
Megatron looks at the shaky ladder.
"We will require someone compact to scale this ladder. I will stabilise it."
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"... Hmm."
Deciding to stick back and let the others investigate their surroundings, seemingly on a complete whim, Larxene suddenly gravitated toward Isa of all people, wrapping her robed arm around the boy's shoulders in a familiar manner, strangely acting some sort of friendly toward him as she gazed upon him.
"I really don't belong here either, but what can you do? Still, it's not so bad. After all, what are friends for if not to endure hardships together, huh?" She said in a strangely jocular manner as she gave a knowing grin at the boy's way. "How long do you figure it'll take until everyone cracks and does each other in? A few hours, maybe?"
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"Hey now, she let us in here. What'd be the point of that if Miss Disembodied Voice didn't want us to find what's in here? I don't think we're gonna find anything like that at all. We're still just dancing in the palm of her hand. If we escape, it's because the game lets us."
Sera continued speaking cheerfully despite her words, having basically ignored the small falling out of their unstable alliance.
"Don't mind if I do!"
Suddenly clinging to the ladder, Sera began to climb up it without much visible concern. Whether she was simply bored and wanted something to do or seriously wanted to help might have been difficult to discern, but in the end the result was the same. She was probably among the smallest of the group, so anything structurally unsound would be least likely to break while she was on it.
"Let's see what's up here...don't let me fall down there, though!"
She looked down at Megatron for a moment, grinning widely as she spoke, before moving to fully scale the ladder.
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The Helghast Colonel followed suit with everyone else who went up the stairs and the groups were already staring at two tarp covered storage boxes blocking one of the door and some were even tugging on the tarp. Being the cautious type, he stepped back and let the group pull the tarp off to see what the Overseer had planned here.
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"... boring."
The long-haired student stared aimlessly down into the black trench beneath the room they were in, seemingly dissapointed at the lack of any evidence to be remotely excited about. Suddenly, he blinked, turning in the direction of the thud with a mildly disgusted expression, as if something was about to--
Izuru didn't react to neither the smell nor sight of the grotesque corpse, giving the bloated body only a disinterested glance. It seemed as if the robot was more interested in the pistol and set of keys than anyone else, so Izuru turned his gaze over to the now-green light hanging above the doorway. Curious - it seems as if the discovery of the body had triggered the locking mechanism... or, the Overseer masterminding this little operation was watching, waiting for them to discover the body before allowing the door to be opened.
Moved only by some semblance of interest alone, Kamukura moved toward the presumably unlocked door and stared at it, evidently having the same line of thought as Akande; if those keys were for this door, then it should be opened.
"Let's go."
The Ultimate Hope's scarlet gaze turned to look back at his 'sheep', expecting them to open the door. Or... do something, at the very least. The introduction of a loaded weapon into the group could produce some... unprecedent irregularities upon this little 'test group'.
Here's hoping.
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"I am waiting for things to continue."
Izuru could've said he was doing something to contribute to the "investigation" of the room, but that would be a blatant lie. He had no intention nor motivation to do anything more than observe. To predict the coming events, and see their impact on the group. However, that seemed to be a "late-game" option, since even he could not make a definite prediction of what the mastermind intends to do.
"...Are you trying to gauge if I would be a suitable ally for your 'alliance'?" Izuru abruptly spoke moments after seemingly ignoring Candi, turning his body fully to stare at her.
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"Come to think of it that light was off just moments before..."
"Perhaps a signal triggered by an action..? Perhaps that girl going up the ladder or those two finding that body...?" Ashe spoke as he thought over all of this now finding himself near Hela for the moment. He was still choosing to observe before approaching the people over by the door and crates.
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