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Davy was unaware of Clove's powers and his extreme weakness to them. He rushed her once again snapping his jaw open and closed as he Rabat her. "Clove we gotta go!!!" Rogers yelled from the door as the stairwell cleared up. "We don't have time for him," as Rro said this Davy heard. His speed doubled and it would be too late for her to jump and dodge, she'd have to attack!

Ridding themselves of Davy sounded like a far better idea than trying to run from him the entire time. They'd probably waste more time trying to evade the ex Pirate Lord. He'd already gotten hold of one of the keys and held it against them once. It'd be their own fault if he managed to do that again, having not killed him while they had the opportunity. She watched the shark man's jaws, calculating as they opened and closed. As he was quickly charging towards her she advanced towards him just as quickly. Swiftly she plunged the rod into his mouth, exerting twice the voltage as it had.

The bottom half of John Davy's jaw exploded in a messy burst of fish guts as the shark man screamed out in pain. Blood dripped into the snow as the giant man tried to catch his gore before it fell out of his broken face. "Ooaaarrrarrrggg!!!" He shouted at her tears in his eyes as he fell to his knees, blood poured out and his eyes slowly rolled backwards in his head from blood loss. He collapsed leaving nothing but a circle it red snow.

"Come on Clove, we need to get out of here now!" As Rogers finished his thought the door at the other side of the icy hell prison burst flying across the snow, it was Ogr3... And he was not happy! "We gotta close the door! Get in here!!" Ogr3 began running at full speed, which was more of a heavy trot. Rro began pulling the door closed, quicker and quicker, it was up to Clove to make it inside before this level became as much of a blood bath as the level bellow. They were NOT ready to fight Ogr3 just yet.

Clove flinched as the carnage hit her skin with its repulsive heat, and she snickered bitterly with a light groan. She stepped back from the mess, surveying the blood that coated her skin. Never, in her entire Pirate Lord career, had she been defiled like this. Now, however, wasn't the time to dwell on the mess. Irritably she turned to a nagging Rro just as Org3 busted through the door, sending it flying across the seventh floor with a gust of lukewarm air. She drew in a sharp breath, but didn't waste what little time by looking back.

She propelled herself forward towards the shutting door, each stride becoming a task with all the snow. With her pace alone she wouldn't make it through. If she used a magnetic pull that would attract Org3 too, but it was heavier and would take longer to reach the door I'm which by then it would be closed. Yes, there could be a risk that it'd be enough for the machine to burst through.. Perhaps if she cut it off quick enough.

She didn't give it anymore thought as she extended her field and she was instantly thrown towards the door. As expected she made it through though her hair was shut in the door, yanking her back hard. A grunt left her throat as she quickly cut it with light discharge in her fingers and backed away from the door. "Are you finished nagging me?" Clove panted, leaning against the wall.

A sharp pounding at the door cut him off from what he was about to say in response. Silenced by the metal warden continuing his indecent banging Rro pulled Clove to her feet and continued up the stairs into a blood soaked well of gore. Upon reaching the top monster and deformed men and woman littered the cells screaming a great many things. 'Let me out!!!' One yelled, 'Get a doctor!' A male voice said, 'I'm giving birth!!!' Obviously he wasn't but just the sheer volume of his screams would give shivers down anyones spine.

In a corner cell sat a deformed fuzzy rabbit creature, he appeared to be weeping, this was the contact Rams told Iveth to pick up on her way back to the fourth floor, Rams had refered to him as Cotton Tail, it was pretty obvious upon seeing him that he was the contact. But pressures in the room got more and more tense, Rro had they key to the door but no one else knew that. There was no turning back to look for it in the snow, so prisoners of bellow began to panic that this is where they'd be trapped and eventually slaughtered by either the beasts of the sixth floor or by Ogr3. "We've got to get threw that door with as few prisoners as possible," Rro said, showing utter disregard for Clove's focus on 'Cotton Tail.'

She'd wanted to get just a moment to catch her breath, but as Rro pulled her to her feet she knew she wouldn't have that. With a more leisure pace she began up the stairs behind him, treacherous screams ringing from everywhere. The stench became an ill taste in her mouth and as they reached the top of the stairs they were met with an awful sight. She wouldn't be human if she didn't have the least bit if pity for them all. Even if they were to escape their suffering would never end unless they were to embrace what they'd become. The variety of experiments alone were disgusting.

For the most part she refused to look at them at kept her eyes on Rro back, but that was before she realized they were on the sixth floor. Rams had mentioned someone here, no specific name.. She didn't think Cotton Tail was a real name, but if that's what Rams said then surely she could pick them out. It sounded to be a description. What has a cotton tail??

Underneath all the shouting and screaming her ear was peculiarly able to hear a more delicate sound. A stifling sniffle drifted from a cell in the far corner. Almost everyone on the floor was crying. There was no reason to turn and look, but she did. She stared into the back of a Herculean creature, thrice her size by the looks of it, and her eyes traveled down.. to it's yellow cotton tail. This was him? Unbeknownst to her she had stopped following Rro altogether and approached the cell warily. "Stop crying," she demanded, yet not harshly. "You're the one who got Ramsley's letter?"

Clove gave a sharp look to Rro, "You're nagging again."

Tiberius looked behind him to see Rro and Clove. It has been a while before Tiberius had the opportunity to witness human beings in his presence, but this usually wasn't a good thing for Tiberius. Tiberius remembered his first encounter with humans, and it ended with Tiberius accidentally killing one. He didn't want that to happen again.

"I did not know it was impossible to grieve without crying," Tiberius said. "Yes, I got his letter, but it says that we will be free soon. Why do I deserve to be free? I belong in this cell where I can not bring harm to another living creature."

It's not like there was really anything to look forward in his cell. It wasn't even big enough to support his giant size. Tiberius had to crouch down in his cramped cell in order to fit.

Clove studied the creature as he turned, trying to see past his daunting appearance, however, his voice didn't line up with his countenance. It was to expect from victim of various experiments she supposed, but she hoped this was the same person Ramsley knew because if not she didn't want to bring along a maddened, warped creature. The more he spoke, though, it would appear the only thing that must've changed was his self-confidence, the very last thing she would expect from a creature with such mass and stature. As much as she hated to admit, Alantis 9 was effective and with that thought she wondered what it was that bound 'Cotton Tail' to this place. Well, at least till now.

"It's very possible, and I'm going to need you to try it when you get out," only briefly did she contemplate the deaths of Skyra and Thorne. "No one deserves to be free, yet here were are. We don't have long before Org3 breaks through the door and kills everyone on this floor. Part of the plan was that I bring you up to Rams, but I'll leave the decision to you. You can stay," she gestured leisurely to the door to the sixth floor, reminding him that Org3 would soon make a mess out of the place, "or you can have freedom while it's still in reach. Nothing will be held against you if you do harm another living creature, not here. Actually, I think it'd do us some good if you did."

"Well..." Tiberius started to crawl out of his cage. He seemed to take an interest in freedom, but was still startled by his own strength. "I've always wondered what Ramsley looked like, and I'm no fan of dying, but I'm still unsure." Tiberius... think about it for a moment. If you have sentience and full control of yourself, you can stop yourself from killing. You just made a wrong move that ended up in someone's death, so you can make sure to be more careful to avoid that ever happening again. Besides, do you want to be cooped up in a cramped cell? "Okay, I'll come with you."

"Wasn't that just the most heart warming moment you ever did see?" Rro said sarcastically gesturing to the door, "now if you too are done trying to make me gag with your stage drama, we should probably move on." Rro hated to admit it but Tiberius looked like he'd be an asset. A big, lumbering, muscular Rabbit monster, not so much of a bad thing to have in a place like this. He was almost as big as John Davy had been, and only a little shorter then Ogr3. "Hey, so Cotton Tail was it?" Rro pointed to the door at the end of the hall, "we need to get threw there will as little people behind us as possible, the more people that stay here, the longer it will take Ogr3 to start breaking threw to the next level." He paused as a monster ate a prisoner, trying to act as if nothing had happened he finished with, "think you can manage that buddy?"

"I think I could arrange that," Tiberius responded, cracking his knuckles outward above Rro and Clove's head. "And please, call me Tiberius."

As Tiberius attacked the group of prisoners Rro and Clove managed to get the door open and slip inside, Tiberius followed them and they headed upstairs. They were two floors ahead of Ogr3 now which was a good thing. What happened in floor five was just the sticking to the shadows kind of material. Since they hadn't swarmed the scientists in white coats the Navy was most likely under the impression that the "breakout" stopped on floor six. As Rro and his two bust out friends made their way across the fifth floor, it was more then easy to slip a key from one of the scientists and open the next door leading to the fourth floor. But right now let's catch up with our friends beyond the grave. Fore it's been said a good man never dies, but a great man never stays dead...

Icias must have been the first to wake up on one of these islands. The air was warm, the sand was golden, and their was tropical music in the air. A few bungalows littered each island and palm trees were all around as well. The sun was... Well not in the sky, it just seemed to be over cast all the time, as a resident of the area walked by he nodded to Icias, 'welcome to the After Isles!' Icias looked around and knew exactly where he was, the beaches of death... "Griffon? Ortho?? Hiro???" These three had to be somewhere on the island. Unknowing to him another resident approached, it was Skyra and he had been sent by an agent of death to make an arrangement with these gentlemen. But there was something else as well, something that didn't seem quite right... Oh yes, everyone who died came here in the cloths they were wearing when they died... But everyone... Was a walking skeleton! Icias looked at his bone paws and bone claws, reaching up he scratched his skull, "I hate black beard..." He said as the skeleton bodies of his crew mates began to appear all over the After Isles.

"Huh? Did that bear just talk?" Skyra asked out loud. "Why, I've heard many things in my day, but never a talking polar bear. You part of Rro's crew? ...Feh, it doesn't matter. I am Skyra, and welcome to... errr... I can't help but think I've forgotten what this place is. ...But I do that one man I fought and died with would like to have a little word with you on behalf of, err... no I can't remember that either. I feel so forgetful without my brain. I think he said his name was Relic and he's the god of death or something like that."

Skeleton Icias looked around and after a moment saw Hiro, or at least a short skeleton wearing combat garbs. "Your friend wanted to speak with me? Or all four of us??" Without receiving an answer he called over to Hiro, "Hiro! Come here!" Icias was happy to see a recognizable face... Or skull, but was sad that his associate had also been killed against the crew of Black Beard. "I'm so sorry to see you here my friend," he said as Hiro approached. He glanced around looking for anyone else who may have died, Griffon, Ortho, the ship writes.

Hiro shook himself off. "Oh, my head..." That's when he took a good look at his hand. Then his other hand. From there he began screaming, tearing at his clothes at seeing the complete lack of flesh on his body. He began spewing out words in Blade Speak until his eyes landed on the other skeletons around him.

"AAAH! Stay back, you!" he cried, taking on a fighting stance, shaking like a leaf. "I--I kill you--I think...I--" The boy collapsed to his knees and held his bony shoulders. "What happen to me?" he sobbed.

Ortho was the next to wake up. Of course, his reaction to the skeletons was a bit... extreme. "ARGH! Back off you vile fiends!" Ortho thrust his cane forward and saw his boney hand. This made him highly confused. "Well, I'm no doctor, but it looks like I'm dead. ...Oh wait, I am a doctor. I don't think there is anything in my satchel for this. ...Huh? Is that..." Ortho saw Skyra's corpse and quickly became even more confused. "Master Skyra. ...You... do you remember me? ...You are Skyra, right? Everyone's a skeleton, so it's hard to tell."

Herny woke up where he landed on the seabed, confused to where he was then it hit him, "This is not what I wanted," he said out loud, then notice the other dead pirates that he mostly killed, when was alive. he also notice that they all look different, more skinny then before.

He looked down at his hand, and got a surprised from his skeleton hands, he was just like them, cursed to look like this forever.

Griffon laid there for a moment, letting the tide wash over his bleached bones. Something felt off, he knew something had changed. He took a deep breath, and sighed away his current misgivings. That could have gone better, he thought. I probably could have came up with a better line. He sat himself up and instantly noticed the absence of flesh on his limbs. The drenched, loose hanging clothes clung to nothing more than bone. That could have gone a LOT better. The storyteller heard familiar voices somewhere behind and to the side of him. Confused, he got up and turned about. Was that... It couldn't be. He drew nearer. It was.

"It would seem we lost a bit of weight, friends." His jaw hung down in an eerie smile. "Does anyone know what this means, or what happens next?" A skeletal hand patted Hiro on the back. "I think you're dead, cheer up."

Pardoner, that story teller he will soon die, henry made to grab his sword but his boney hand grab at thin air. Henry walked over to them, "So we all share the same fate,"