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A Warm Welcome
Who: Little Cato, Hellboy, and Bones
What: An unpleasant meeting between the problem prisoners
Where: A Project Prometheus base
When: Around the same time as Valentine's Event
Warnings/Notes: Imprisonment, guards being assholes, child endangerment, some other CWs will be added as needed.
Unfortunately not everyone gets a warm welcome to the Guardians' universe. Project Prometheus, a secret human organization dedicated to studying, controlling, and destroying myths, manages to ambush a few of the new myths. Their capture is quick, quiet, and almost impossible to fight due to the magical dust they use to knock them out.
And then they're stuck in a nightmare of metal and concrete walls, a sterile secret base where the Promethean agents do their sinister work. In some rooms of the base there are magical artifacts, safely locked away, studied to figure out new methods to fight myths and to destroy magic. In others, sinister experiments are done on captured myths.
These two have been lucky so far. They're being merely kept imprisoned for now, for containment and future study. Buuuut they've become a bit of a problem.
And the guards have decided the best way to deal with several problems is to cram them together and hope they're problems to each other. That way they're a little too distracted to keep up their shenanigans.
The bands around their necks, inscribed with mystical marks, block any of the powers they may have gained upon being changed into myths. They'll have dampened Hellboy's natural strength. Their hands are in shackles, magically reinforced so Hellboy can't break them. The shackles have chains that are attached to a strange floating metallic orb overhead. It moves along at a quick pace, almost too fast for walking speed. No amount of pulling can slow down its progress. It drags them along, leading them through the halls towards their inexorable end point.
Three armed guards usher them along.
"You two wanted to be problems? Then you're going to get treated like problems. So you're going to where we put one of our other problems and I promise you, you're not going to like it."
Another guard sneers. "You're both going to get a new roomie. The Beast is a real friendly little guy." He nods to another guard with bandages all over his face. "You can just ask my buddy over there."
The orb stops before a heavy prison door.
The first guards goes on, "After what it did to the Fomori and grindylows we threw in there, you'll have yourselves a bit of a handful."
The guards step back and a metal wall shoots out of the floor creating a sort of airlock for the prison they're about to enter. Hellboy and Bones will be there for a minute or two as the guards finish the digital prisoner transfer checklist.
Fun way to meet a new person, right?
What: An unpleasant meeting between the problem prisoners
Where: A Project Prometheus base
When: Around the same time as Valentine's Event
Warnings/Notes: Imprisonment, guards being assholes, child endangerment, some other CWs will be added as needed.
Unfortunately not everyone gets a warm welcome to the Guardians' universe. Project Prometheus, a secret human organization dedicated to studying, controlling, and destroying myths, manages to ambush a few of the new myths. Their capture is quick, quiet, and almost impossible to fight due to the magical dust they use to knock them out.
And then they're stuck in a nightmare of metal and concrete walls, a sterile secret base where the Promethean agents do their sinister work. In some rooms of the base there are magical artifacts, safely locked away, studied to figure out new methods to fight myths and to destroy magic. In others, sinister experiments are done on captured myths.
These two have been lucky so far. They're being merely kept imprisoned for now, for containment and future study. Buuuut they've become a bit of a problem.
And the guards have decided the best way to deal with several problems is to cram them together and hope they're problems to each other. That way they're a little too distracted to keep up their shenanigans.
The bands around their necks, inscribed with mystical marks, block any of the powers they may have gained upon being changed into myths. They'll have dampened Hellboy's natural strength. Their hands are in shackles, magically reinforced so Hellboy can't break them. The shackles have chains that are attached to a strange floating metallic orb overhead. It moves along at a quick pace, almost too fast for walking speed. No amount of pulling can slow down its progress. It drags them along, leading them through the halls towards their inexorable end point.
Three armed guards usher them along.
"You two wanted to be problems? Then you're going to get treated like problems. So you're going to where we put one of our other problems and I promise you, you're not going to like it."
Another guard sneers. "You're both going to get a new roomie. The Beast is a real friendly little guy." He nods to another guard with bandages all over his face. "You can just ask my buddy over there."
The orb stops before a heavy prison door.
The first guards goes on, "After what it did to the Fomori and grindylows we threw in there, you'll have yourselves a bit of a handful."
The guards step back and a metal wall shoots out of the floor creating a sort of airlock for the prison they're about to enter. Hellboy and Bones will be there for a minute or two as the guards finish the digital prisoner transfer checklist.
Fun way to meet a new person, right?
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So he still has a stone hand and it might be able to scratch at the collars. The collars with writing that does...something. Little Cato doesn't know if they're just code letters in alien writing that have to be hit in a certain order or if it's something weird and mystical but the fact his hand might be able to mess with the symbols and scratch the surface of the collars means they might be able to wreck them at some point.
But they need more than that. They don't even know if the "you might have powers" thing is true and if he and McCoy even have any. Or if they're useful. The humans were able to drop them all before no problem - that's how they got in this cell. They need more time being led around this place to try to scope out security. Exits. They might need things to crack security doors in between themselves and said exits, including the door to their cell. They need to find ways to arm themselves once they try their escape attempt.
But there are three of them now. They're not all fighting alone. That's three times the chances to steal useful things when dragged around the facility to the scientists, three times the chances to scope out their surroundings and get useful intel from other "myths" they come into brief contact with.
His mind is awash with the same kinds of feverish escape plans he practically tortured himself with during those years as Lord Commander's prisoner.
But this time he's not alone.
"We need to keep faking that we don't get along," he whispers with the absolute ghost of a breath. "Or they'll separate us. They thought we'd keep each other busy by fighting."
His eyes dart towards the cell door he so desperately wants to door dash past.
"If we work together we maybe have a chance of getting out of here."
Loudly, he goes into fake anger mode and sneers, "Dude, you're one to talk about faces. Your forehead looks like you had a butt there that got sliced off by laser filament."
He fake glares at the doctor. "And don't think I'm fooled for a second by the super soft act. I don't care if you're a doctor, I know how humans are. Here, they're assholes, back home they're all a bunch of sell-outs and cowards. And assholes."
Except for his dad. Except for Quinn and Nightfall. Except for all the human members of the Resistance, the former Infinity Guards that refused to sell out to the Lord Commander and the Titans. Buuut the human guards don't need to know that.
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Maybe, just maybe this hairbrained idea will work, and then... then, they'll figure out where to go from there.
"Shove it, son, no one's interested in your complainin'. Settle down before you give yourself a hairball."
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"And at least I don't have fleas."