Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170618220702

(Thanks. I bet you've be waiting for the opportunity to use that prayer in context, right?)

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away...

''Winter had long since come and past, but the many halls and corridors of Frostbite Asylum remained as cold and frozen as ever. The metal floors were slippery with ice - so much so that one could probably slide down many of the passageways with a single step. ''

''Patient 616 would not be moving anytime soon, though. The electronic locks that shackled him to the side of his private cell made sure of that, even when he was in the right mind. But this time he wasn't, and he hung limply from the restraints that bound him. ''

''A heartbeat monitor wired up to his chest beeped slowly in the corner of the room - the only indication that he was, in fact, alive. Without it, there would be little difference between his scarred, half-frozen body and that of a corpse. ''

''Across from him, two men stood. They stood in silence, taking in the sight before them. One of them had a permenant scowl that made him look annoyed and disappointed with anything and everything, while the other had a thin smile that betrayed his inner amusement at the depressing spectacle. ''

''"What's wrong with him?" the first man asked, taking a step forward and leaning in order to see the patient's face. "I don't know how you did it, but he looks even worse than he had when we found him." ''

''"Where to start?" the other man wondered. "When he's conscious he often suffers from retrograde amnesia - a result of both his injuries and our electroconvulsive therapy. We have yet to revert him to a cooperative state, but that is only a matter of time. He's attempted escape several times though, so we've had to resort to keeping him in a catatonic state between sessions, lest he break out again." ''

''The second man - a scientist with blue hair and cracked orange goggles - walked up to 616 and shook him roughly by the head with enough force to rouse one from even the deepest of slumbers. Even so, the patient did not stir. ''

''"He's strong enough to break through even this?" the first man questioned in disbelief, tapping the devices locked around the patient's wrists. His bewilderment only served to make the scientist puff out his chest in pride. ''

''"Naturally. A combination of strength enhancements and sheer madness, usually. Even in this weakened state, he has proved extremely dangerous." ''

''The stunned man digested the information slowly, as he began to question his decision to allow these experiments to continue for so long. To have a man of such power to roam free again...it betrayed everything he stood for as a Huntsman. Even so, it was too late to stop now. Vlad Decemor was expecting results...''

''"Bring him back," he eventually declared, giving the scientist a dark, commanding look as he issued the order. But the other man blinked in confusion at the request. ''

''"Uh...you mean, pull him out of his doctile state?" he asked, with a hint of nervousness. His eyes glanced at a large important-looking lever on the right wall of the room, and then back to the patient locked to the wall. "I can't guarantee our safety, you know?" ''

''"Just do it!" the huntsman snapped impatiently. "I want to see him in action before I leave!" ''

The scientist slowly trotted over to the lever, but before he reached it, he glanced back hesitantly.

''"Are you 100% certain you want to do this?" he asked one last time, to which the man gave him a murderous glare in answer. ''

''"Do it. I'm ready," he replied, reaching forward and taking hold of the patient by the jaw - tracing the gruesome scars that stretched across his cheeks with an emerald talon. The ugly smile seemed to be laughing at him, even now.''

"Wake him up."