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Space Police

They traveled the galaxy searching for those who had committed crimes, the truly evil…

They came for you.

It doesn’t matter if you are a murderer or if the worst crime you had ever committed was stealing a mere apple, the S.A.C.U. (Special Attack Criminals Unit) does not differentiate between small and large crimes. All criminals are equal in the eyes of the law and those findings themselves on the wrong side of the S.A.C.U. will be brought to justice by any amount of force necessary.

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About:
The S.A.C.U. (Special Attack Criminals Unit) is a highly trained Space Police Unit. Think of them like S.W.A.T. if there were no court system, no disciplinary action against Officers who got too rough with those they were arresting, and if they were equipped with the latest and best space age weapons technology. Each Officer is issued a laser rifle, energy reflecting body armor (which offers protection against bullets, lasers, and even magical attacks), a heat sensor helmet (useful for tracking fleeing criminals even in the dark), magnetic cuffs (bulky handcuffs that seal closed through the power of strong electro magnets), and anti-gravity boots (useful for short bursts of flight). Each unit, a group consisting of five officers or more, gets a taser bot in addition the their normal gear. This bot is spherical in shape and capable of flight speeds faster than an average human can run. Its main purpose is to chase down fleeing criminals and deliver a jolt of energy into their body great enough to render them unconscious.

Captured criminals are swiftly spirited away from what ever world or time period they have been collected from via tiny cells on a transport ship only to later be deposited into similar sized cells on the prison space station of Mars. Escape from this prison station is not recommended but it would be lying to say it was impossible.

1.) Pre-crime:

Perhaps it is a warm sunny day and your character is happily walking down the street oblivious to the fact that they are about to jaywalk and doing will bring the might of the S.A.C.U. down upon them or perhaps they are a thief out doing what they do best only to find themselves interrupted by overly heavily armed Space Police.

2.) Captured:

You have already be arrested for your crimes and now find yourself in the transport ship on the way to the station or perhaps you wake up in the prison already having been deposited in your new home.

3.) Escape:

You have had enough of this! Plan an escape from the S.A.C.U. forces.

4.) Chose your Own Starter:
Don't like these ideas? Make up one of your own!

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This wouldn't be the first time that John Carter landed in a strange prison, and it likely wouldn't be the last. His new opponents possessed technology he didn't yet understand but... again.. when had that ever stopped him before? He'd escaped the Valley Dor, and the settlement of the First Born, had he not? The Latter had possessed a system that could strike escapees down based on targeting their specific genetic makeup. As far as he could tell, they at least didn't have any system such as that installed here.

He'd spent a good portion of his time in prison, studying his jailers and their habits. When they weren't looking, he'd discretely tested the cells structural integrity and whether the rules of gravity he was used to still applied here. For all intensive purposes, the gravity here held little power over him... meaning he could very well still be on his own Mars.

Next, it was time to look for allies. For an escape plan to be successful it wouldn't hurt to have some assistance, preferably someone he could trust. This all.. was beginning to feel a little textbook for him, but there was still a part of him that delighted in the challenge.

Moving over to one of his newly added cellmates, he greeted them with the traditional Martian greeting,"Kaor, what have they accused you of?" Careful to place the blame on their captors.

Eyes shrouded by a thick mane of dark hair regarded John almost coldly. Though there was no malice in the chilly appraisal the deadly silence that settled in between the once high ranking Cephirian mage and the overly friendly human might have left such an impression.

What had he done to deserve imprisonment? Well... only kidnapped a Princess, betrayed his friends and the teacher he greatly respected, and attempted to destroy a world. Did it matter that it had all been for love?

The only thing Zagato couldn't understand was how he had come to be here. By all rights he should have died when that last attack from the Magic Knights had pierced though his armor and yet here he was, sitting in a cell, watching the odd human before him expectantly waiting for an answer to his query. Perhaps at the last second she had some how saved him?

Finally the former High Priest spoke if only to shoo the little man away. He wanted to brood more not carry on a conversation.

"Does it matter? They are not incorrect."

Although it wasn't voiced the fellow prisoner did seem to emanate an aura that he just wanted to be left alone. That hadn't stopped John Carter from at least making the attempt. If an ally couldn't be found in this man, he would make the escape attempt on his own. Still, despite the ominous appearance and the unusual garb the man was wearing he carried a level of distinction that even guilt couldn't mar.

The response was an admission of prior crimes. To put it plainly... "No, it doesn't matter. At least as long as you'd rather leave it unsaid." Others might like to at least clear their conscious a little but divulging what they committed. That didn't seem to be the case here, and that was well enough. Words couldn't negate previous actions, and knowing what crime the man had committed wouldn't change John's resolve. If the man could be persuaded to help, on which point that was looking doubtful, then he would be mindful to watch his own back. To sound like a broken record... he had worked with convicts before.

"As for myself, I've been arrested unjustifiably." After a pause," .. Most would say that. I would offer proof in my defense but at the moment I have only my word." The word of John Carter usually held some weight. He never went back on it, but here he was noone. "I'm Dotar Sojat, you are?" It wasn't exactly a lie.. that was the name he was given by the green martians when he killed two of their kind and earned their respect.

And still the man spoke. It was as if his punishment was to listen to the man prattle on... which if he were honest with himself would not have bothered him during normal circumstances but his life had been anything but normal since he had fallen in love with Princess Emeraude.

He acknowledged his lack of a desire to confess his 'crimes' by simply saying nothing at all. That was answer enough.

"Zagato."

The words 'High Priest' had to be choked back before they spilled out in front of his name. Surely by now that title would be as useless as his vain attempt to free Emeraude had been.

He moved then to cross the room, his dark robes flowing across the floor as he almost glided his way to the jail cell door. He did not bother to speak directly to the man, instead favoring the door with his attention as if speaking to it was much preferable than his cellmate.

"What is it you want?"

Was it merely idle conversation or was there an angle this man was trying to play?

So far, there wasn't much to be said for his current companion. The air hung silent for many a quiet moment, John Carter's own voice was usually the only one breaking through the monotony. The gentleman had at least been good enough to supply his name. He nodded his acknowledgement that he had heard the other. "Zagato" as a name would have fit in well on Barsoom, if it wasn't for the man's light complexion coupled with that jet black hair. The Martians of ancestry would have had skin that tone, or the Therns in the valley Dor but neither of them possessed black hair. Could it be the result of mixed parentage, or was Zagato from somewhere else?

"Where is it that your hail from?"

The inquiries kept coming, despite how little John Carter was receiving in return. Perhaps Zagato might be a local who could tell him more about this country? When Zagato moved toward the cell door, John kept his position.

"That's cutting to the point, isn't it?" A light smile tugged at his lips. Perhaps his desire for aide had been transparent. "I'll make no secret of it... but I would like to free myself from this prison, so that I may return home. I had thought, that you might share the same goals and that together we might be one man stronger between us".

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A nod that was lost on Zagato for with his back turned to the man the action went entirely unseen.

"Cephiro." This time barely a hint of silence settled between them before Zagato supplied more of what he had gleaned from his brief acquaintance with this Dotar fellow. "And you are from Earth."

It was no great leap. Dotar's clothing was nothing like those worn by anyone from the other worlds with which he was familiar, there were none of the electronics of Autozam or the flashy silk linens worn by those of Fahren. And Chizeta? No... it just didn't fit that this man would be one of their number. So that left Earth. It was true only a Pillar could summon people in from a foreign world so the idea was briefly considered that perhaps the new Pillar of Cephiro had already succumbed to worldly vises and called for her assassins. If so then this man too might be destined to become a Legendary Magic Knight. The former High Priest cast a disapproving look over his shoulder at his cellmate before this too was fairly quickly rejected. It seemed more likely that Zagato himself had been expelled from Cephiro, through some unknown means, and that it was he who was the outsider in this new world and not the talkative gentleman.

The metal of the bars felt cool against the touch of his palm, but still he tested it, pressing gently against the metal until it began to warm from the power of his will. Even here it seemed his magic could be summoned it only he willed it to be.

"What would you do if you were freed, return to Earth?"

Running over the geography of Mars, John Carter was sure that this "Cephiro" wasn't any of the countries he had ever come across before. "Is Cephiro, far from here?" Or were they in Cephiro? Each new answer lead to more questions. Before he had a chance to ask anything further Zagato was already pointing out John's planet of origin. What had given him away? Yes, he was lighter in coloration than his fellow Martian allies, but over the years he had tanned a little. "Earth, not Jasoom?" That was very telling. The only people who ever referred to Earth as.. well "Earth" were usually those who were from the planet. Everyone else, referred to it by the Martian word Jasoom. So what planet did Cephiro reside on? Or was it a planet itself?

Just because he'd never heard the term before didn't mean that it wasn't necessarily within the same Solar System. The Inhabitants of each planet had their own languages and names for the celestial objects. "I am from Earth. You're correct on that, but no.. when I escape, I will return to Helium."

"My wife is there, along with our children." He debated just how much he should reveal, but he didn't supply their names nor anymore details about them. "Is this the first time you've ever been to Barsoom? Or perhaps you know it as Mars?"

Zagato could be a selfish man, often striving to achieve his goals even at the expense of the lives and safety of others but he was not without regret... even compassion. This man had a family outside of these walls, in this Helium place? He found it a shame then that Dotar and his family should have been separated, whatever the crime. Being forcibly parted from a loved one was always tragic. It wasn't really his problem, no, he needed to get out of this place for his own reasons, but it was a shame.

"Did you wish to talk all day or were you serious in your desire to leave this place?"

The High Priest spoke finally having had his fill of all these questions, the answers to which he felt might be best discovered outside of these prison bars anyway.

No, he had never heard of Barsoom or even this Mars but what he had heard of was an explosive spell taught to him by a very wise child-like old mage. Zagato raised his hand palm side towards the locked door and spoke the words that would summon forth a blast of hellfire powerful enough to send the thick iron door hurtling from its hinges. It impacted the wall opposite hard enough to crumble like a bit of old discarded newspaper before it clattered to a useless heap on the floor.

At the gruff reply, John Carter raised his eyebrows incredulously. It was a good thing that the other man had not been facing him, for the the expression was lost on him. All he knew about his current companion was that he had committed a crime, presumably a rather serious one or there would be no reason not to bring it up, nor would it weigh so heavily upon his mind. There was the concern that perhaps Zagato deserved to be behind bars, and the moral implications involved in aiding such a felon. Well- for now that wasn't the greatest concern, and it was a bit of a grey area. The jailers were at fault for having wrongfully imprisoned him, and for not being willing to talk this out like civilized men.

"I am serious about escaping. I've been studying the guards patterns and I've calculated that it would be ideal to make our move at the 12th zode.." He was about to lay out his plan in detail, when it all ended up being for nought. The door was ripped free from it's frame, the din that arose would have alerted anyone in the area and none of them had acquired a weapon yet. Well- aside from the grim figure before him. He apparently needed no conventional weapon. Deciding that all the same, he would rather had something in his hand, John carter moved toward the remnants of the metal aperture, and managed to find a loose piece of shrapnel that could be made useful as a temporary knife. Using the access material of his cape, he wrapped the end of the sharp object tightly to make a sort of hilt otherwise it would have been too ragged to pick up without injuring himself in the process. Then he affixed it to his harness for the time being.

No, he'd never seen anything like that before, but he wasn't allowing himself much time to be mystified by it. They needed to get out of here as expediently as possible.

"I managed to count the paces toward the exit, when I was brought in. It should be 14 paces straight ahead, then there's a left turn, a long corridor follows.. and then finally a right turn to the front door. It might be more prudent to follow a different plan, however I don't fancy getting lost in the underground network of tunnels these establishments can boast."

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Zagato allowed his odd companion to brush past him and watched with some fascination as the inventive man fashioned a weak weapon from the various scraps scattered about the floor before he finally glided out of the cell himself. He settled into a calmly relaxed position behind his counterpart fully prepared to allow him to take the lead. He had obviously put a great deal of thought into this escape and admittedly Zagato himself was no where close to as well versed on the guards or the layout of the corridors. In fact the only think he remembered seeing when he woke up was this vary cell itself. He must have been unconscious when he was brought in.

"Then let us make use of the front door."

The High Priest too didn't much fancy the idea of getting lost. Besides... with the non-too-subtle way he had relieved the jail cell door of it's purpose in life there was really no reason to attempt stealth. Overheard the red warning light was flashing and screaming out its siren call of a jail break. It was only a matter of time before the stunned guards gathered up their arms and descended upon them.

"And we should move quickly."

The dagger would have to do for now, though he would have preferred a sword. Despite the fact that firearms existed on Barsoom, many still relied on the blade and that was just fine with this Virginian. Considering how many times John Carter or his wife had wound up kidnapped or captured, he dang well better have paid great attention to the details. If he had arrived unconscious like his companion it would have been an entirely different story.

He didn't bother replying to the first statement. Zagato had made it clear that he was not interested in unnecessary conversation.

"No argument here." He bit back a comment which could have only led to some animosity between them. There had been no need to blow their cover immediately, but he was used to thinking on his feet so he'd make do with this new "plan". The last thing he needed to do was get on the bad side of someone who could easily blow a solid metal door AND leave a dent in it that wide. Turning that power on to a man of flesh and blood would be more devastating, and fatal.

He moved down the corridors, listening for the sounds of footfalls. There wasn't much in the way of cover should they be happened upon too early. They needed to get as far away from the blast as possible.. the guards would likely head there first.

"If they have laser rifles, my dagger won't be much use... I'll need to arm myself from either their stores or by taking out one or two of the guards along the way."

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The footfalls of heavily booted feet echoed down the corridors seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. For the time being the two men were able to move unrestricted through the empty halls, but it wouldn't last. Safety measures were being taken as armed men were getting into their positions for a textbook planned ambush.

Zagato wasn't one to scoff, usually, but as his companion rambled on about daggers and laser rifles he couldn't help but feel a supreme sense of confidence. Did none of the people here possess any magical abilities? If that was the case that did give him a decided advantage. It was the very reason he had not hesitated to make such short work of their cell door. Very few people could match him with magical powers... how could any mere mortal hope to stand a chance against him with laser rifles or knives?

"If we have the opportunity to secure a better weapon for you we will, but I see no reason to worry if we can not. Just lead me to the exit and I will take care of the rest."

This overly confident statement might have been the most he had said during their entire conversation but it succinctly summed up what he felt their roles in this escape were. He was the muscle and John was mapquest.

The din of the approaching officers, made it difficult to tell where they were coming from. If only they had managed to snatch a few uniforms of their own, they could likely slip right out of here in the confusion. That however, didn't look like a possible outcome either what with his impatient ally.

John Carter would have found the others confidence short-sighted despite his magical abilities. Even the most skilled fighting man could have an off day, nor had Zagato witnessed the full array of what Barsoomian scientists had to offer. The invisible warships for example might have been able to slip close to their target without arousing suspicion, giving them a chance to unleash a heavy load of equally invisible artillery. The trajectory of the projectiles could give Zagato a direction to launch his own assault towards, but even at that would he be able to stop all of the missiles, or strike the ships before they were able to move off?

Let a man really test his mettle against his foes before assuming he will be triumphant. Although- perhaps John Carter also suffered from a little of his own arrogance, for with a sword in his hand he felt unstoppable.

Knitting his brows, John failed to voice his displeasure at this arrangement. He didn't relish the idea of being nothing more than a mobile map or resting on his laurels while this man had all the fun. Besides he couldn't help feeling like some good men could be wiped out unnecessarily by resorting to only the use of Zagato's explosive abilities. Even if he had been wrongfully captured, that didn't mean that everyone following the will of the presumed Jeddak (Ruler.. essentially.. King) of this region was deserving of death. "If those are the terms, then I ask you to stay your hand whenever possible.. or to not be as liberal with your skills as you were with that door. These men might not all be irredeemable." Martians were usually loyal to their governing powers, even when they might not agree with their methods. This could be another civilization in need of being freed from a tyrannical ruler.

Cold black eyes watched, seemingly without feeling, as John spoke his terms but once again they were free of any and all malice. He had after all freely confessed his crimes so naturally his partner would think him such a monster capable of killing everyone in this place. Perhaps... if Princess Emeraude had been here and in danger he would not have been able to control himself but she was not and he personally saw no reason to kill unless it was necessary. He was not a monster.

Of course if he ever bothered to verbalize any of this instead of listening and then looking away at the corridor ahead of them he and John might have been able to come to a better understanding of each other but Zagato was never one to confide in people. He usually made his decisions and them 'grim-darked' at any who questioned him.

Still the conversation got him thinking. It said a great deal about this man Dotar. Would any normal criminal worry after the lives and safety of his captors? What sort of crime could a compassionate man like him have committed?

A large jail door, thicker and with the bars closer together loomed up ahead of them. As soon as the alarm had sounded this barrier had snapped into place, the first line of defense against escaping prisoners.

Zagato paused in the hall when he saw it. For all of his earlier bravado he still wanted to find out just what he was walking into before he arrived, so with cautiously narrowed eyes he scanned their location. Ahead was the door, thick and tightly locked, but he doubted he would have little issue with it should he decide to destroy it as he had the other. To their left was a painted green door. There were no signs telling you what kind of room this was but there was some old glue stuck to the wall indicating that there used to be. To the right there was an open archway. The smell of water, mildew, and soap indicated this might be the prisoner shower room. Zagato had not had the pleasure of visiting that place yet and from the funky smell wafting out of the stalls beyond he couldn't help but hope it might be avoided now.

So he looked back to John. Which was the preferable way?

John Carter wasn't sure whether his companion was really capable of such pointless cruelty or not, but he was trying to cover the bases all the same. Even if Zagato agreed to spare the prisonkeeps lives, he could just as easily go back on his word. As John had asserted about his own innocence before they only had each others word to go on. However if Zagato did agree to the terms and double-crossed the earth-man turned martian... then he would have made a formidable enemy no matter how the other might look down on this possibility. ~~I'm a main character. I can't die. BUWHAHAHA~~

The utter lack of communication was a bit of an irritant to the forthright man. He really hadn't decided whether he felt comfortable with Zagato or not. His initial read on the man made him think that Zagato was carrying a heavy load on his shoulders. Something he wasn't altogether proud of. He hadn't boasted about his crimes, not like Pho Lar had on Sasoom (Jupiter).. but even Pho Lar had redeemed himself by the end of that encounter. So, he was trying not to be too hasty in his judgement. There must be some reason why Zagato preferred to keep his thoughts to himself.

Spotting the obstruction John also halted in his tracks. "So much for the direct approach...". That was, unless his companion decided to take out this gate as well.

Zagato was not alone in his aversion to the showers. John, was more torn between going forward and investigating that innocuous looking green door. If their captors had bothered to clean anything, he would have assumed due to it's proximity to the shower stalls that it was a janitorial closet. The sound of approaching footfalls made the decision for him. He moved to the door, and tested it to see if it was locked. If it was, it was old enough that he was sure he could force it. The showers were likely to be searched first, since there were more places to hide in there.

Thankfully the door swung free allowing the two to enter if they so desired. The interior was dark, devoid of the radium bulbs that were in use over much of Barsoom. The reliable old lights that could burn for eons. If this were a dead end, then they could wait it out until they were sure the men had taken a different turn, then return to blow the bars.. if it turned out to be something else... well, they might change their plans.

Feeling his way into the darkness, John Carter was able to get a relative idea of the dimensions of the room. It was small and narrow... but what intrigued him the most was when he bumped his foot against a raised slab of stone. After it, was another.... and another. Stairs? In a martian facility? How rare. Perhaps that explained the layers of dust and the evidence of less use. Modern Barsoomians, used inclines to reach the various levels of their buildings, and were quite confounded when tasked with running into the odd staircase. It was the ancient people who made use of such devices.. perhaps this building had been re-purposed. He was inclined to ascend the stairs to see where they led.

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Inclined to use the incline. ~~HAR!~~

With the practiced skill of one used to dodging such difficulties Zagato slipped through the narrow doorway which should have caught his uniquely designed shoulder armor by the sheer width from which it extended past the High Priest's body. The small side step necessary for such a feat going by unnoticed, perhaps because he had been quick about it or ... perhaps it was due to the dark. It was difficult to see in the gloom that sunk in around them but he diligently followed his walking road map up the stairs, thinking surely this man must know the way out.

It didn't become any lighter as they moved up the spiral staircase but they were ascending... not just in actually moving up through the facility they had found themselves in but up through something else as well. It was a feeling, a sensation, that drew his attention away from his companion. Familiar and yet...

He stopped in his tracks and cocked his head as if listening to a far distant voice.

"Ple... please..."

A cry for help? The ether seemed to be reaching out for him, tugging at the very fiber of his being.

"Save this world..."

But it couldn't be! It had sounded like her voice. But she couldn't have been here... Could she? Doubts rose in him about this place, it's nature, even... even about himself. There was something about that voice that shook him down to his very soul like nothing he had faced before.

"Legendary Magic Knights!"

No! Not again! He could not face that fate again!

Zagato charged forward, pushing John aside if he proved too slow to move out of the way. Ahead was a circular room whose ceiling opened to a glorious view of the stars and it was to this room the former High Priest of Cephiro found himself drawn. To this room, and to the illusion of the beautiful young girl with the flowing mane of blonde hair who stood in it's center smiling at him.

The last thing Tensai remembered was his inability to outrun that spherical droid, and all the confusion that had stemmed from the encounter. No. Wait. The last thing he remembered was the SEARING pain as the volts had coursed through his body, and he'd landed unceremoniously face first on the ground. Still a little sore from the incident, his eyes fluttered open as he took in his new surroundings. Whatever this thing was it was moving, and it looked highly advanced. Maybe even more so than the technology he usually ran into within the city.

So- what was all this? Didn't these people know, that he was likely- more or less- on their side?

The city had been splintered into various factions but the primary debates... warfare.. combat... arose between the magic wielders and those that relied on science. Honestly, even if he sided with the science-faction, Tensai's personal goals were paramount. Perhaps that attitude had caught up with him. With some regret, he righted himself, sending another wave of pain through his tired muscles. His hands were secured behind him, and there was a gag over his mouth. He tried to work the gag free.

If Maiko hadn't disappeared .. .AGAIN, he likely could have evaded capture at all.

But... what if they'd gotten to her first? Her model of robot was designed for combat, however she wasn't invincible. Maybe she'd gone back to that "collection of worlds" she'd mentioned on her return... but that had never made any sense to him. Finally, he worked the gag free, and he took in a much earned breath of air.

Some one who hadn't been gagged, or rather whose struggling across the floor since he had regained consciousness himself had resulted in his gag removing itself, exhaled exuberantly only for that sound to turn into a distasteful gasp as his lungs sucked in vast quantities of the sour air.

"Oofah! Man! Is that you?"

From his original position as a discarded heap on the floor T-bone some how managed to right himself and using the wall as a backrest he leaned up against it to better peer over at the small lump of a prisoner in the next cell. Kid looked to be in a similar situation as him, handcuffed and gagged, but odd that Bloom would have gone after a kid. Maybe he was a hacker? They were getting younger all the time. Damn.

"I mean, not that I am one to judge," So said even if his nose did still crinkle up from the horrible smell, "It has been a rough day for everyone what with drones dropping out of the sky and tasering people. Oh hell!"

T-bone's friendly, if some what embarrassing topic of conversation was interrupted as he shouted out his curse and lashed out his foot to kick some offending piece of flotsam away from his resting place.

"It's someone's old gym sock! Who knows how long its been here... or what its been covered in."

It didn't bear thinking about... But hey, at least it wasn't the kid! That was one fewer problem to solve. He didn't hang around kids much, wasn't much of a baby sitter, some thing about being a wanted fugitive and a bad influence kept them away. Usually. This time though there didn't seem like there was going to be any mother sweeping in to save the boy so better make the most of it. Maybe he could even find out something about this place or their captors that could be useful, like where they keep the cell phones.

"So, what are you in for? Did anyone bother to mention to you..." He could have kicked himself if his hands weren't firmly bound behind his back making it difficult to even stand up, "Right, the gag."

What to do... You couldn't hold a conversation with a gag, I mean you could but it would be pretty one-sided. There really only was one solution. The middle aged man looking every bit the street hobo he was with dirty dreadlocks, torn jeans, and breath that smelled like beer shifted his weight until his face was mere inches away from the bars separating him from the boy.

"Hey, lean over here and I will see if I can pull it free with my teeth."

I'm just going to be over here. Ignoring you.

The distasteful accusations were certainly not inspiring any endearment for his fellow prisoner. ~~Maybe they'll kill him first and I can watch~~. It's not as if he could argue with what was being said.. WITH A GAG IN HIS MOUTH. Did this moron, not see that? Why would you try to carry on a conversation with someone who very clearly couldn't respond?

Tensai rolled his eyes, at the man's great discovery. A gym sock was really the least of their worries right now. Okay, maybe this was his ego talking.. but while Tensai could understand why he might have been captured, he had no idea who would want this shaggy bum. Somewhat ironically they were both silently questioning why the other was here. ~~I'm not a kid. I'm a teenager... whose helped build a super robot 8/~~.

He managed to shoot the lout a deadpan stare. He still didn't get it. YESSSSS, RIGHT. THE GAG. THIS THING IN MY MOUTH THAT PREVENTS ME FROM ANSWERING YOU. By this point, Tensai wished that they had plugged his ears instead. He grimaced when the man got closer, and he complained about that sock's stench.

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Did he hear that right? GROSS.

The offer to help remove his gag, prompted Tensai to lean AS FAR AWAY FROM THE BARS AS POSSIBLE.

Hey, you think this was the kind of situation he had wanted to find himself in? Here he was trapped in a cell with a poo covered sock for a roommate, being held by unknown forces who were most likely Fixers (and if so both him and the boy would find themselves in as deep shit as the sock presently), and for the topper on this steaming shit cake the kid in the next cell was giving him that same kind of 'you are a disgusting idiotic hobo' look Frewer often wore. The world did not need another Frewer.

It was impossible to hide his irritation when his offer of help was refused so visually. Could the kid have leaned any further away? What did the boy think sucking face with a little kid was high up on his list of priorities??

T-Bone heaved an exasperated sigh as he spat out, "What you have a better idea?"

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