human
Quiet
Quiet woke up with a start. Her eyes shot wide open as she looked frantically around. The scenery revealed she was indeed in some sort of cell. But, upon closer inspection, it looked ... too ... how to word it? Well, if she had to be brutally honest, there was only one wordtouse. Old. Borderline ancient, even. Her eyebrows fought, looking unsure whether to raise in confusion or narrow in alarm. What in the world was going on? She swallowed, both from nervousness and also from thirst. Quiethadbeen in a desert mere moments ago, after all.
Which made this abrupt scenery changeveryweird.
More so for her to glance down and see the proof hadn't disappeared. Her injuries from that tank were still there.Thathad been what initially knocked her out. And as Quiet's brain forced itself to remember what had last happened, her fists angrily clenched.
A second parasite outbreak had occurred. Even now, the 'how' factors were still blurry. But she for sure recalled Russian forces capturing her while she'd been out and about in Afghanistan. They'd forced her to wear clothes ... and immobilized her. They then went so far as to try to rape her. They failed in that endeavor, thankfully. Quiet fought back, and - in the end - killed every single bastard who had been dumb enough to try to rape her. It was their fate, their Karma, and she most certainly did not have any regrets on takingthoselives. They got what they deserved, plain and simple.
In order to best understand Quiet, one would have needed to be working with her. Someone like Snake ... he could easily explain her backstory to whomever had dragged her here. Then again, if this was another interrogation, that wouldn't matter.
Simultaneously, ifthatwere true, why had they left her unchained? Were they thinking she was too weak due to her injuries?Nowher eyes narrowed, insulted at the mere insinuation. That wasn't true at all! Far from it, in fact!
Reaching up, Quiet grasped some of the bars of the cell, pulling herself up to her feet. Low, pained winces passed her lips as she almost immediately felt weight against he back. Her left continued using the cell for support, while her right reached back ... good. It was her rifle, which was still secured on her back. She patted her right boot ... and felt her survival knife tucked away.
Either these were the stupidest or bravest captors she'd run into.
Well ... hopefully she'd find that all out soon. Answers ... she needed these. Plus, of course, water. Hopefully at least one - if not both - of these could be found.
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Natsu Dragneel
When Natsu awoke he noticed several things, one the ground was harder than the bed he had been sleeping on. In fact as his eyes opened slowly he started to realize that this place was nothing like Lucy's apartment. His head was fine so he hadn't been drugged, and there was no motion sickness so he had to assume this place was solid.
But as he got up to his feet he noticed thing number two. He was alone, Happy, Erza, Grey, Lucy none of them were around, which was weird because the last thing he remembered was breaking into Lucy's apartment with the rest of the group and taking a nap on the super comfy bed.
the next thing after that was his stomach growling. "Need food." He sniffed the air and couldn't figure out where he was, everything was dank, and dreary smelled of earth and rock, which could be the cell doors, but also could mean that they were under ground. And finally the door.
Wherever he was, this place's layout was a prison, and he had broken out of plenty of those!
Taking a step up to the door he didn't test the thing was locked. "Fire dragons, iron fist!" the signature move of the fire dragon slayer Natsu stood back, ready to turn the entire wall to ash as his fist began to spark up and ignite, as he released his fist towards the door however his arm slammed against the door breaking it open, but the flames disapaited without the usual explosion, his stomach letting out a weak growl.
"What oh no fair!" Natsu walked out of the hallway, the door hadn't even been locked, and the burn marks on the wood were there but hardly the impact he was expecting. "What the heck is this place made of!"
human
Quiet
Someone has clearly never heard of an inside voice before ... Quiet thought, frowning and grimacing as Natsu's boisterous, irritated screams were the first thing she heard. And, since he made it laughably easy to track him down, Quiet would find not just him, but .... a samurai? Had she not only been teleported but forced to travel back in time somehow? With how odd this situation was, she wasn't putting any possibility aside. She took a moment to silently observe the two men, using the wall behind her as a support.
Her head tilted as she watched the swordsman almost immediately look away from her. What was his deal? Could he not handle women or something?
Well ... this was gonna suck for him. Because she certainly hadn't willingly chosen to come here. What was this even for, anyway? Well ... until an answer was given, she turned and began signing to the two men her own introduction. The lack of either immediately attacking her implied they were more likely prisoners like herself than foes. So .... why not? She'd try to be civil with them, until otherwise given a reason to be more harsh.
Quiet ... my name is Quiet. No cocky remarks, if you don't mind. I'm in as much of the mood for that as I am being forced into this ... whatever situation we've been put into.
Thankfully, an answer came over soon enough .... one that made her raise an eyebrow.
One, two, three ... six? What the ... ??
Quiet merely scoffed, shaking her head in annoyance. No doubt wanting this ... really? It was a woman? Well, no matter; she wanted answers, not smart-ass answers. The monitors would pick up on Quiet making a 'hurry up already' gesture, waving her right index and middle fingers as if she were leading a person. Her eyes rolled as this mysterious figure insisted they'd not only play along but be happy.
Hmph. Make us be content, you brat.
Still, much as she hated to admit it, this person did have one thing correct, it seemed. The lack of choice that lingered. So, even if she certainly didn'twantto deal with this girl's game, she and the others had to.
So what are the rules then, hmm? We can't play if we don't know. I'll do it ... .even if they won't.
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Natsu Dragneel
As the swodsman told him to not bring the place down upon them he scoffed, he kind of wanted to do exactly that. But there was some logic in not destroying the building he guessed.
1, 2, 3, 6 yep that was counting, and the numbers checked out too. He blinked looking around trying to spot the source of the voice, this wasn't exactly the first dungeon he had been in like this. He was kind of used to a realm where the impossible was very much possible.
As for the woman, she wasn't wearing anything any worse or more shameless than Erza or Lucy had worn in the past, and he had two friends in his guild who used guns, though hers was a lot larger than either of theirs had been.
The weird flailing motions were odd, he had never seen that before, and it caused his head to tilt. However as the guy asked for introductions and named himself as Kiriu he nodded. "Natsu Dragneel, the fire dragon slayer of Fairy Tail!" He pointed to his guild emblem with a sense of pride.
"Yeah, yeah, impossible maze, get to the top, I've heard this one before, and you better be ready, cause when We get to the top I am going to kick your ass! You made a huge mistake bringing me here!"
Natsu slapped his fist against his hand ready to fight, before his stomach let out a loud groan and any fire in his died as he coughed smoke. "Of course there is the matter of food needed."
"Also what's with silent?" He said pointing at Quiet. "Why are you flailing about with your hands?" Clearly not at all understanding the idea of sign language.