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Hey, sorry did I miss much? Sorry for posting before blue tips had a chance to reply.

yep, just continue off the last thing posted and go from there

As Charlotte was led into the building, her fan-like ears flattened even more as the door screeched open. They were very sensitive, being adapted for hearing things underwater. She looked around once it had stopped, noticing the bleak interior of the building. She wondered what was in the crates stacked against the wall. Snapping her head to look over at the man with dark glasses when he addressed her, her nostrils flared when he had mentioned that they had more like her. How many of them have been taken? She wondered. She narrowed her eyes, trying to stop the shaking. She needed water. Soon. She could feel the inside of her mouth starting to dry out, and - did one of the crates just move? She shook her head, and looked back at at the box. It must have just been an illusion. Once the inspections were finished, they walked over to the platform, and Charlotte noticed that it felt a bit like stepping onto an ice float. She sat down, pulling her tail around herself and quietly stared at the deep blue scales and her bright yellow fins.

He complied, following into the building, noting how boring it looked both inside and out. He glanced around, bored, seeing the crates around to take his mind off of whatever would happen, until he heard the voice. The voice of authority was making remarks about each of the people here, he listened to his, taken aback at what the man said, although not showing the comment had any effect, instead he decided to act sarcastic.. Lance rolled his eyes at the remark, mumbling under his breath, "Normal... Bah, what does he know... And my hat is quite fashionable..." He huffed, walking onto the platform, noting its elevator-esc feel.

Lupus' eyes narrowed at the man as he walked by, describing him as 'some demon guy.' Oh, he was far from just some demon, very far from that. Yet he would hold his tongue for now. They would find out eventually. The white haired god was actually curious to see what he meant by 'heavenly confinement.' So he silently complied when the group was loaded onto the platform. He noticed the dragon among them, and how she seemed to be afraid. He stood ridged, crossing his arms behind his back as well as he could with the restraints. He would then use his telepathy to contract the dragon, to reassure her. He would have spoke aloud, but he felt it may have made the situation worse if he did.

"It will be alright. There's no way they can hold us forever."

He spoke into her mind.

Hearing the voice in her head, her eyes widened and she looked around quickly. Seeing the white-haired man looking down at her, she assumed that he was the one that had communicated with her. She managed a small smile, although her trembling didn't stop. He was correct in his observation of her being afraid, but knowing that there was at least one person here that cared did reassure her. She kept holding onto her tail, waiting for the lift to go where it was going to.

the creature with the blank, metal flat helmet atop its head and shoulders shook unsteadily from side to side, an ominous mumbling coming from inside as it fidgeted under its mossy green, chain-link bound restraints. it stood just between the vampire and the dragon.

the scientist-looking fellow rolled his eyes as he stood in front of the group of captives, just another part of his job he had to deal with, surprisingly often given the vastly unexplored mysteries still yet to be discovered. four guards stood at different points of the platform while a safety railing shot up with a loud *thunk" around the whole platform. as the man in white uniform completed typing in a code to a terminal just at the front, the elevator suddenly jerked a bit, before slowly descending down a long, metal shaft. The journey down was silent apart from the mechanical droning of gears and cables lowering them down into the depths of the facility. as they came further down they would see doors, large doors numbered and bolted tight, go past them, and square, dim pale white lights casting shadows that did not encourage their situation.

the trip down wasn't forever, but it seemed almost an hour since they left the surface, the doors marked 1-30 with labels such as, "experimental transport, unusual cargo management, anatomical research, language deciphering" among others went past without much anticipation, it was only when they began to go deeper into the abyss, where the lights went a menacing red hue and the doors started to go into the 40's-50's did things become suspicious. strange noises from ear curdling screams, long, monotonous moans, vague whispers, loud buzzing and inhuman cackling emanated from some of the doors, the sounds even causing the guards to shudder. the subject of their contents did not help either, "occult research, bioengineering, cybernetic implantation, necro-physiological/supernatural practices" were just some of the things written on the doors that slowly ascended past the elevator. probbaly the strangest was that the last 5 doors marked, "45-50" had no resigned title, they were simply unknown.

"Sit dea est mors vos reperio vestri somnia et non est terminus."
((Translation: May the Goddess of Death find you in your dreams, and end you there.))

Lupus muttered. It was an insult to his captors. Though he chose to utter it in the lost language of his homeworld rather then in english. He would love to see their minds reel as they try to decipher what he had said. In all the universes and timelines, only three knew the language fully enough the speak it thoroughly. Himself, his mother, and his grandfather.

Lance watched the number count down, noting the various labels. He heard Lupus mutter something, but shrugged it off, its not like he was concerned, yet. As the numbers started getting larger he started to worry, How far down is this place? They can't mean for us to stay here... Right? He thought to himself. "Well isn't this just grand" He muttered, quietly testing his chains' strength, strong enough to hold him, but not strong enough to withhold his magic. I just need to wait for the right moment, then I can get these blasted cuffs off of me. He thought to himself, snapping back to reality as the elevator stopped at floor 50.

"Is this where we are staying?" He asked sarcastically, "I don't mind it, but I think you guys are treating us like we are the top 10 most wanted individuals in the world and frankly that doesn't exactly fit our... descriptions if you ask me." He was trying to annoy the guards at that point, and maybe the other people that had been captured, but mainly the guards.

"Most wanted?" Night started in regards to Lance's question, being equally sarcastic, "more like most important! This must be the finest VIP treatment they got."
Night earned a small smile from Melanc, which disappeared as fast as it came. It was still achievement enough and Night smiled.

as the elevator landed on the ground floor with a thud, the railing retracted, and the guards motioned their "guests" through the entryway. they entered a vast, square white room, the lights were bright and iridescent. four large fans rotated behind giant vents while small holes in the ceiling expelled a form of moisturising spray that covered the area of the room. the creature known as viletron, locked in his great steel helmet and chained straightjacket shuffled a bit to the back, only to be poked at gun point to keep going, "you are not slipping away, any of you, even if you could the elevator has a 24 hour recharge period every day" the scientist looked back as they traversed the long span of the room, "yes please blurt that out soldier, very helpful" they got to a large, double automatic clear door of perspex glass. once again typing a code that resulted in a high pitched whirring and the subtle *whoosh" of the doors sliding back to allow them entry. "but your right, escape from here is nigh unlikely"

As they made their way through the entry, Charlotte's ears picked up a faint hissing noise. At first she thought it was the snake-creature in front of her, but then she felt the moisture condensing in the air and on her scales. Her eyes widened, and she looked up to see the mist shooting out of the vents. As the droplets landed on her scales, they seemed to disappear. She was absorbing them into herself, similar to how a frog would. As they walked, she stopped trembling, standing up taller and feeling better overall. Her fanlike ears extended, stretching out to catch as much water as she could before they left the chamber. At least she wouldn't be losing any after this point.