Ms_Marrow

Ms. Marrow clenched her fist in anger. Not only had Hotaka failed to kill his opponents, but he had fallen, as well... Marrow ran through the fight in her mind, disgusted. The asian man had used his power to summon a golem, but it had been shattered by the surprisingly skilled Penny. The only explanation was that Hotaka had been overconfident, had opted to play with his prey before finishing her, and had underestimated Penny's abilities. Now, both Hotaka and the Archon were unconscious, and Penny still very much alive. Marrow slumped in her seat, uninterested in the next battle. Her plan had failed, and she would need to come up with something else soon...

Ms. Marrow grinned to herself as Penny lost her balance. The asian man was good... hopefully good enough to kill one of his opponents soon. The girl, or the one who called himself an Archon- neither seemed to stand a chance against their superpowered foe. Penny looked almost helpless, and the Archon would likely fare little better. Marrow had killed 5th Column grunts before- nothing to be concerned about. It seemed only a matter of time before the match would be over, with Hotaka declared as the winner....

Marrow cursed to herself as the arena doors opened, allowing three brightly colored drones to enter the battle area. Were the gaurds ending the fight already? Marrow watched as each of the three machines approached a prisoner. They weren't firing... what was going on? She leaned forward to get a better view of this new developement.

Ms. Marrow watched the various prisoners fight their way past the first round- a little disappointed in the lack of blood. Robots were so unreliable... She was in the stands, along with countless other inmates. She hadn't been chosen for an arena match, though that was sure to change soon. Marrow concentrated, blocking out the screams of the crowd. The lockdown fields were weaker in this place, she could feel it. How much power she could access was difficult to determine, and she wasn't about to try summoning something in front of so many gaurds and witnesses. Marrow looked down into the pit as the second rounds started. Three prisoners were preparing for battle; two of which she could recognize as sharing the holding cell with her previously. All three were obviously skilled... perhapes if Marrow was lucky, one of them would be killed. If she had a fresh corpse, she could easily determine how much of her power was still useable. Now with a purpose, she leaned forward eagerly to await the outcome.

A pair of guards escorted Ms. Marrow to an unremarkable cell on one of the upper floors. The first threw open the door, while the other prodded her forward with his night stick. The cell was empty.

"Congratulations, you get the place to yourself for a couple hours, until your new cell mate arrives." The one with the night stick sneered. "We don't want you getting bored, so maybe I could keep you company for awhile... what do you say?"
Marrow moved into the cell, putting some distance between herself and the guards, giving them a hateful glare. The guard laughed.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He strode forward, poking her painfully in the ribs with the stick. Marrow stood her ground, glaring. She bared her teeth in a noiseless snarl. The guard grinned, before bringing his free hand up to her face, squeezing her lips together.
"That's right, you can't talk, can you?" The guard squeezed harder, receiving only a glare in response. "Well, those pretty lips should be good for one thing, at least...." The guard moved his hand down from her face, heading for the top of her jumpsuit. A finger accidentally brushed against the scar on her neck, and the guard suddenly pulled back, cursing.
"What the ****?! Feels like I just touched a block of ice! I can't feel my hand! W-what did you do to me?!" The guard lashed out with the night stick, catching Marrow in the shoulder. She cried out silently, going to her knees. The guard raised the stick for another blow, when the second guard, watching from the cell door, spoke up.
"Your hand! It’s turning black, man!" the first guard looked down, noticing the dark spots now appearing on his palm and fingers.
"****! I'd better get this looked at... I'll be back for you later, girl! Believe me, you're gonna be sorry..." He withdrew quickly, cursing as his hand continued to blacken. The second guard slammed the cell door shut before following his friend.
Alone now, Marrow climbed to her feet, massaging her shoulder. It didn't feel broken, at least... She made her way into the bottom bunk bed, wincing. It was lucky the guard had touched her scar... his hand would lose feeling for a few hours, but it would recover. Marrow closed her eyes, concentrating. It had been too close- without her spirits, she was no different from any other human, and not very good at defending herself. Marrow began to sing again, louder this time. She needed allies if she was going to survive much longer in this accursed place…

Ms. Marrow sighed. Her summons had gone unanswered, which either meant that there were none nearby that could hear it, or that the security measures the Zig employed, along with the drugs, were affecting her more than she thought. Either way, she would have to accept being alone for the time being. Marrow crossed her arms and waited for something else to happen. The crowded cell was beginning to bore her...

((hope it isn't too late to get in on this.)

The woman near the back of the cell was silent as the interrogator robot fired on several of the other prisoners. She had been silent throughout her processing into the Zig, though not by choice. Someone had been kind enough to present her with a slip of paper, listing her name and number, which she had given to the guards to avoid unnecessary violence. The name on the paper was hers, but it meant nothing to her. For months now, she had thought of herself only as the title she had chosen- Ms. Marrow. This would be her second stay in the Zig, and the guards had obviously learned from the fiasco that ended her first visit- she had been pumped full of telepathy suppression drugs the second she stepped foot into the prison. Her hand went to her neck, feeling the weblike scar that radiated outward from her throat. It glowed a dim blue for a moment, but nothing else happened. Marrow cursed to herself- how dare those fools try to silence her.They would pay for that...

Her thoughts turned from anger to more practical things, like escape- she had big plans, and they didn't include spending the rest of her life in prison. She scanned the cell, her eyes passing over the skull faced man who had given his name as Smith. The scent of death was about him; she knew that he was a kindred spirit, a fellow Necromancer- though his methods of manipulating the dead were undoubtedly not as elegant as hers. She marked him as a potential ally; all who were skilled in her art were of interest. She looked out at the rest of the cell, silently mouthing the words to a song. Her real voice had been silenced the day she had driven an enchanted crystal into her throat, but she had gained the ability to call out to those who were no longer among the living. To the dead, her voice was a siren's call, both comforting and tempting. Only the dead and dying could hear her song, but she hoped that the skull faced Necromancer had practiced enough of his craft to hear it, as well. She would need allies if she was going to escape... she could feel the drugs taking effect, causing the song to waver. She concentrated, letting the melody echo out from the cell. Even if the Necromancer could not hear her, perhaps there were other inmates close enough to death that would.