Captivity

[animusmods]

Characters: Romeo, France, Milagro, Ψiioniic, Germany, Kanaya, Romana, Dean
Setting: cells
Format: either
Summary:Welcome to captivity.
Warnings: drama/angst/horror
Note: Please use the provided subthreads to keep things somewhat organized.

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FRIDAY

[animusmods]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

The thing dumped back into Ψiioniic's cell isn't even recognizable as the troll that left. He's completely covered in a white film that clings to his skin, inside and out - and the distinctive shape of his horns is noticeably missing. Occasionally little sparks of red and blue electricity flare around him, but he's as likely to zap himself as anything else.

He's keening softly, rocking back and forth, speechless with horror.

[spiritsup]

It was the fifth day since Romeo had been operated on and every day he had seen the others in the cells being taken away, only to return mutated and wrong the next day. Romeo was surprised he had any tears left but every time he saw what the bad people had done he cried again. Because there was nothing else he could do. Stuck in a cage and unable to walk more than a few paces without stumbling.

"Mister troll?" He didn't look so much like a troll now, with out his horns and with the film over his skin. Romeo's voice was shakey, "Can you... can you hear me?"

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

It took him a couple of tries, but Ψiioniic finally managed to speak coherently around the restriction in his windtube. "Y-yeth. I can... thort of. Who'th there?" Everything seemed distant and hard to reach - sounds were quieter, his vision was blurred, and nothing felt right when he touched it. The film had partially cut off his senses and between that and his powers acting up, he was pretty much helpless.

It was terrifying. At least the others were also in cells and couldn't reach him, but he had a sneaking suspicion they were going to be dumped back out into the tower at some point.

SATURDAY

[animusmods]

[cantgetlaidin]

[Germany has to be supported as he's brought back to his cell. He's well aware of how frail he looks, too small for his skin-- which is now a patchwork of flesh connected by thick, black thread. He doesn't even have the strength to fight against the units as they half-drag then dump him back to his cell.

As a matter of pride he forces himself to stand upright until they leave, his legs shaking with effort. As soon as they do he slumps against one of the cell walls and slides to the floor, unable to support his on weight with what little muscle he's been left with.]

[spiritsup]

Romeo watched quietly in horror as mister Germany was brought back. He looked like he was wearing his skin as a coat, but one he had borrowed from someone bigger than him. Romeo saw him collapse and shuffled over to the side of the cell where he could speak to him easiest. "Mister Germany?" He bit his tongue before asking if he was alright, because he wasn't and Romeo could see that.

[cantgetlaidin]

[Germany turns his head, the movement small but clearly labored. He tries to remain calm. There's no sense in causing the boy more panic. They'd had enough of that in the past few days.]

Romeo.