Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004

(8 days after the Fall of Beacon) 

The sounds of three sets of footsteps echoed down the whitewashed metal corridor deep within the heart of Frostbite Asylum. True to its name, the compound was as cold and miserable as it was fearsome in reputation. Their footsteps were met with vicious banging as dozens of inmates slammed themselves against the walls of their cells, crying out to be released. The sounds of their fruitless attempts was like a roaring round of applause for the two visitors who had dared visit their prison.

"Well, it certainly lives up to its name. Why the hell is it so cold in here anyway?" Mizuki Nex asked, as she rubbed her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm.

"It is a form of punishment for the prisoners," Lucri Rellik replied, before their guide could answer the question for him. "If they cause a distubance, they lower the temperature in the entire cell block. Punishment en masse helps disuade any ringleaders from getting any ideas. It is cruel, but effective."

"That's horrible..." Mizuki breathed, almost feeling sorry for those with life sentences - which were probably all of them. "I suppose they think its not illegal to have the temperature a little low."

Rellik shook his head. "Only monsters get sent here - they don't deserve your pity."

They reached the end of the corridor, which ended with a large white metal gate. Their guide punched in a passcode into the door controls before waving them through.

"Try not to anger the patient - things didn't work out too well for the last person who did," the guide warned them, before closing the door behind them.

The two visitors found themselves in a large room, around 30 meters in length and width, and filled with nothing except a large, clear cube in the centre. The walls of the cube seemed to be made of some sort of glass, and on the inside there was nothing except a toilet, a washbasin and a chair. Nothing else. Nothing, except the cell's occupant, who they found standing at the edge of the cube - hand pressed against the glass. The glass was one-way, so he couldn't see them, and it was sound proof, so he couldn't hear them enter. And yet, not sooner did they step into the room did he look up, as if he were expecting their arrival.

"Ah...Mr Rellik. Miss Nex. I've been waiting for you," Decadere Diaboli smiled, tapping the glass with his finger. "You know, I never did get my phone call..."



Meanwhile, in the kingdom of Mistral, another pair of companions were on their way to meet someone - in equally poor conditions. Blanc Claymoore struggled as she attempted to pull her feet out of the marshy bog which surrounded her.

"Dammit! Whose bright idea was it to build a secret drug factory in the middle of a swamp anyway?" she steamed, flailing around for something to grab hold of. Moments later, she found herself suddenly being lifted upwards, freed from the mud by some powerful force.

"It was at the suggestion of The Doctor himself that the commander construct the chemical testing facility in this location," Tragoedia informed her, setting her down gently with his massive robotic arms. ''"I believe this to be a sensible decision, due to the area's hostile environment. It reduces the risk of discovery significantly." ''

"Yeah, yeah. I know," Blanc sighed as she continued walking. "Are we there yet?"

Tragoedia nodded. ''"Affirmative. We are close." ''

Minutes later, they came across a large boulder sticking out of the swampy waters. It looked somewhat out of place among the tall reeds that covered the flat swamplands, but nothing too unusual. It took a while, but after some difficulty she managed to locate the secret control panel built into the rock. Opening it, she discovered a large red button hidden within. She moved to press it, but hesitated.

"Do you think he's home?" she asked, staring up at the large hulking support unit next to her.

''"Affirmative. Even if he wanted to evacuate, I believe there is only a 5% chance that he would do so without his equipment. Due to the short amount of expended time, it is highly likely that Medicus Nobel is still present in this facility." ''

Blanc nodded to herself in agreement. After a moments hesitation, she carefully reached forward, and pressed the button. At her touch, a distant ringing sound could be heard from below them, signalling their arrival.

"Well," Blanc summarised, glancing up at her metal companion, "I guess we know that the doorbell works." 