FrostyFun

((Well, we just had an attempted and failed breakout, so I dunno. And we also haven't really gotten a chance to get to know other inmates, which might create problems if you want our characters to be friendly, or at least cooperative.

I suggest some sort of social setting, in which our characters can get together and talk?))

Dr. Julius Greene was sitting in his cell, idly listening to the commotion of the breakout as he leaned against the concrete and steel wall. He was leaning against the wall, because he had been forcibly evicted from both beds. He sighed, and looked over towards his cellmate. "Do you really need both beds?"

His cellmate, a short and wiry man with a nasty grin just flashed filed teeth at him. "If you don't like it, why don't you just break out with the others?"

Dr. Greene just glared, and retorted "Are you sure you belong in the powerful yet frail section of this prison? Because to me, you look more like the "likely to gnaw at prison guards" type." This only earned Dr. Greene a quick slap from the other prisoner, and a kick in the side.

Dr. Greene withdrew again towards the wall, and waited until this breakout nonsense was over, and he could get out of this cell.

((I'll get in here again eventually... but Dr. Greene isn't doing anything, and I don't really want to interrupt the flow you've got going.))

I'd be down for a rival, if you still need one. I'm assuming virtue?

((I hope it's ok if I do Greene's round 1 fight now))

Dr. Greene's face was pulled back from the chain-link fence at the gladiator's entrance.

"Ya like that, Doc?" The guard sneered as Hotaka and Michael's prone forms were carried out of the arena, "Cuz you're up next. You get to display that feared prowess you're always talking about."

Jeers and crude laughter greeted Dr. Greene as he was pushed into the open floor. The announcer's voice boomed, and the camera zoomed around like an irritating little insect, but Dr. Greene wasn't paying attention. He reached down and picked up a handful of dirt, slowly letting it trickle out of his hand. Whatever came out of the opposite door, he was ready.

On the other side of the arena, the metallic door opened.

A streak of darkness shot out of the containment cell, and ricocheted madly across the arena. Dr. Greene tried to focus on the blur of shadow, but it's extreme speed made this impossible. He shook his head, and extended his fingers. In response, small green shoots started rising out of the ground. Before Dr. Greene got any further, though, the dark streak smashed into his torso, knocking him backwards through the air.

As Dr. Greene slammed into the dirt, the being of darkness finally came to a halt. It was surrounded by a dark nimbus of murky smoke, and if you looked carefully enough, you would see a stunted, twisted humanoid figure, with limbs that trailed off into the billowing gloom around it. Dr. Greene narrowed his eyes, and twisted a finger upwards.

Suddenly, the small plants rocketed upwards, spiraling and twisting towards the dark being. Before it was struck though, it launched off again. As it raced across the arena, the snaring vines wound after it. More and more plants burst from the soil ahead of the creature, sending forth viciously spike creepers. Even so, the creature of shadow evaded these attacks.

Dr. Greene was panting with exertion as he got back onto his feet. "Damn," he thought to himself, "This dampening field is getting troublesome." His rumination was interrupted by yet another violent collision from the darkling, as it slammed a flurry of vicious punches into him. Accompanied by the punches was a thick oily cloud that spilled out of the darkling, and into Dr. Greene's face. He staggered back, desparately calling upon his power to fend off the being in front of him. In response to his thoughts, a jagged snarl of spines burst out of the soil, directly into the darkling.

Even with it's supernatural reflexes, one of the barbs sliced into it, spattering an oily, tarlike substance across the floor of the arena as it let out a shrill scream.

Dr, Greene smiled.

As the creature shook of the pain of it's attack and started to run again, a small looped vine snared it's leg and brought the creature to the floor with a loud *THUD*. More vines wrapped around it, effectively binding it in place. Dr. Greene casually snapped off one of the spines that had erupted from the ground, and strolled towards the struggling creature. He started to make small cuts on it's body as he looked up towards the warden's box.

"Is this pathetic creature the best you have?" He opened up a deeper cut on it's upper arm. "If so," Dr. Greene continued, "You'll have to do better. I'm getting bored." This time, the Doctor brought the sword-length thorn into the stomach of the pinned and squirming creature. As it's shrieking again fills the arena, Dr. Julius Greene turns and walks towards the exit.

The guards started to hustle Dr. Greene down towards the area where the fighters were lined up. One of the guards leaned over and whispered nastily into his ear, "The warden wants to see if your blood really is blue."

Dr. Greene just looked towards the control box with an image of pure arrogant contempt on his face. Truth be told, he was looking foreward to getting into the arena. It had been a long time since he had felt the earth under him, and it's children pulsing and flowing with him... He was ready to fight.

Dr. Greene crawled off the floor of his shared cell. Apparently, his cellmate needed both beds. Oh well, he thought, it wasn't too bad. He had managed to escape with only a light beating.

But damn, he was exhausted.

After a few minutes, he heard again the noise that woke him: the clanging of a cell door being opened. This time it wasn't a guard standing in front of him, but a red and white-clad longbow patrolman.

"Get up, Greene," he spat, "You're going on a trip."

After another trip through the Zig's hellish labyrinth, they arrive at a huge circular pit, surrounded by concrete walls and chain link fences. But on the floor, was dirt.

"This is the Arena, Dr. Greene," the longbow explained with a nasty smile on his face, "And here we'll show you what we do to prisoners like you."

Dr. Greene was hardly listening. He stared at the dirt, searching out with the little power he could muster here for anything that could respond... anything...

OK. Mr. Upper Class english gentleman might just get his behind kicked a few times then. Understanding the photosynthetic process does you little good against a speeding fist aimed at your face.

Ok, I was wondering if the cells have the power suppression thing going on. It seems that a few people have done some stuff that a suppression field would not allow, but I'm not sure.

I am aware that Mike the Archon has his super nazi training, but I am not sure about everyone else.

Dr. Greene was dragged along by a pair of guards. As they went along the twisting hallways of the Zig, one of the guards whispered in his ear, "We're about to take you to a nice little place. A cozy cell with a new friend for you to talk to. But first, there's someone you need to see."

The escorts took him up a flight of stairs and into a dingy, spare office. A man sat at the desk that filled up most of the small space. "Greene, Julius. Former resident of England, arrested 3 days ago in Boston, Massachusetts." He looks up from the portfolio and stares at Dr. Greene. "We are aware, that under the British/American extradition treaty, we are to return you to British custody as soon as possible. We are also aware that under no circumstances are we to interrogate you, as described in Article 7 of the National Privacy Act." The officer leans back, and massages his temples before continuing, "We also don't give a damn. You can't prove anything. You claim you were questioned, we deny it. We can claim that your incarceration drove you mad, and you screamed out all you know in blind terror. There are precedents. So, before you go shooting your mouth off about your "rights," just remember: you have no rights here."

With a wave of his hand, the officer dismisses Dr. Greene and his two guards. One of them smirks as they return to the cells. "Maybe you can complain to your cellmate. I'm sure he'll understand."

The metal door opens to reveal a brooding hulk of a figure, covered in circuitry and gears that crackle and spark with energy. A hiss of exhaust shoots out of the grillwork that covers his lower face.

"And another question," Dr. Greene continued, ignoring the chatter around him, "Are the interrogations going to be held in private? If not, then I suppose I should remind you of who I am."

Dr. Greene got down out of the bunk and stared at the door. He remarked absently, "You are a fool, Archon, yet you are not as insane as I thought... and I never aimed to kill anyone..."

The doctor took a few steps back away from the door.

Dr. Greene stared coldly at Michael, "I think that every point you have stated for yourself is a point I would make against you and yours. I only hope that I make it out of this cell before the beatings start."

He proceeds to climb up onto a bunk, and lies down. "It has been a long day, and I am going to take my rest."

Dr. Greene nodded at Michael Helsinger. "That one, over there, he calls himself an archon." He turned towards Penny, and added, "Do you know what that means? He serves the council. A fascist at best, and likely a nazi."

A snort of derision escapes Dr. Greene as he continues, "If he antagonizes everyone here the way his comrades are prone to doing, then he is going to have a very unpleasant, and possibly very short stay in this establishment."

As much as he hated it, Dr. Greene was getting unnerved. This place, labyrinthine and monolithic, was like some twisted psychologist's image of hell. A place designed to break him, a place designed to kill his hope.

He attempted to make his way towards the young archon, but was viciously kicked down by one of the guards. Another one slammed the handle of the shockstick across his back. "Stay in line, " screamed the guard, over the maniacal cackling in the background. The train of prisoners was haulted as the guards roughly dragged Julius up to his feet. Before they resumed marching, he said to Michael, "You're pretty clever, boy, but you weren't clever enough to keep yourself out of here. Are you clever enough to keep your imbecile philosophy to yourself while you're in here?"

A guard flicked his tazer menacingly at Dr. Greene, and the march continued.

Maybe the circle wanted to use Lucifer as their own tool. As he is just an animate aspect of Legen, he shares the same great destiny.

The conditions of this sorcery, though, are that if Lucifer wants to claim this destiny, he, and only he, must slay Legend himself.

Perhaps an area where the cons are able to somehow socialize? Like a workshop or gymnasium, or even a cafeteria?

"Dr. Julius Greene, gentlemen," the aging englishman says in a clear and proud tone, "Prisoner number-ooouuff!" he grunts and falls over as a baton butt slams into his stomach "dandy, we know who you are!" The guard screams into his face. "Get moving."

The only response the englishman made was a slightly raised eyebrow, and a small twitch of his lips.

"We had best be going, fellow convicts. The mighty and righteous await us."

The englishman stands and prepares to march out of the flier. "It seems this mystery may never be uncovered," he remarks as he passes by Penny.

"Well, my dear," the englishman says, "The only way to answer this question is with another. What do you know? What information could you possibly sell someone?"

He looks around at other active prisoners in the room, "It isn't hard to imagine what the rest of us are in for... but you must've had some highly dangerous intelligence if you ended up with us."

"It is simply ironic," he continues, with a distinctive british aristocratic drawl, "That those who call themselves heroes are just as ill-mannered as we "criminals". And with a lady present, too," he gazes at Penny, "They ought to be ashamed of themselves..."

An older man sitting across from Penny looks disgustedly at the Longbow Officer as he walks out of the room.

"Bullying trash. These manacles... and this steel cell... that is all that's keeping him alive."

He sighed, and leaned his head back against the cold metal. He chuckled softly, and said, "But that won't last forever."

Name: Julius Greene

Gender: Male

Known Powers: Stimulatory/empathic link with all known forms of foliage. Seemingly total control over plants as they grow at vastly increased rates.

Brief Physical Description: A trim, refined looking gentleman with a carefully maintained goatee. He looks a little haggard and worn from his recent experiences with Paragon's law enforcement authorities.

Nutshell History: A brilliant english botanist who lead a research group into Antarctica. The expedition went horribly wrong, and Dr. Greene was the only survivor. His mysterious ability to manipulate flora seems to have originated from that catastrophe.

(I would also like to join.)