7884/What Happens In China...

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What Happens In China...
Date of Scene: 19 September 2021
Location: Somewhere in China
Synopsis: Remy's been kidnapped!
Cast of Characters: Raven Darkholme, Remy LeBeau

Raven Darkholme has posed:
There is no way to know how many days it had been, or if it had even been days. As the drug started to wear off, Remy found himself laying in a small six by six room wearing nothing more then a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, and of course a power inhibiting collar. The only light offered to the room comes through a small one foot square window in the door, which when looked through reveals a hallway of numerous doors much like the one he's on the other side of.

At least two trays have been slide through the narrow gap at the bottom of the door, fish, rice and what looks like kale, as well as a bottle of water, nothing else.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Remy stands up slowly, feeling the collar at his neck and the change of clothes he knows he wasn't wearing when he left that slum of a gambling parlor.

     The cajun scrambles to his feet, and inches forwards towards the only hint of light. His hands rise up to meet the door and he kicks at the trays spilling much of what was on them. "Oh, Ga'damnit." The man says as he feels the food on his bare feet. The cajun balls his fist up and slams it into the door in a fit of rage as things come clear quickly.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Something is yelled firmly in Cantonese, echoing down the hall, then he can hear foot steps beginning to approach.

"You... 'merican mootant... stop noise or punished!" is then yelled in really bad English, with a thick accent, miracle it's even understandable. "You purpose clear, but still punish!"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Remy falls silent at the command, not because of the command, but because he wants to hear. Hear everything he can. "It's mutant, not moo-tant." Remy retorts, kicking at the beehive a bit. Not reason not to just yet. Lets see what they're really going to do.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
A tallish, skinny Chinese man appears at that little window.

"You move back," he says firmly, tapping the door with the cattle prod in his hand. "Back, back, back, now!"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Remy remains at the door. "Non, you move back." Remy says, fucking with the dude, even with the collar on, he knows his skills, but he hasn't tested his reflexes, or strength since waking up, this might be a bad move on his part. But there's still the trays of food on the ground, they will certainly be underfoot of the man. He will have to be moved, he's not doing it on his own.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
The man looks to the side and shouts something in Cantonese. Seconds later the floor of Remy's cells has several volts of electricity pumped through it, not enough to kill him, but enough to knock him on his ass and explain why he has no shoes on now.

"You listen!" he then yells. "You coop-rate!"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Remy's teeth grit hard as his muscles tense, his fingers clench into grotesque shapes and his knees buckle and he drops onto his bottom, away from the door with a heavy thud.

    "Ga'DAMNIT!" The cajun snarls and spits up at the door. "You listen, kiss my ass!" Remy mutters to himself as he rolls to his side to get back up to his feet, willing to stand up further. They already have him, and if they wanted him dead, he'd already be dead. That's one advantage.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Suddenly he hears an irate female voice screaming in Cantonese, absolutely livid angry. He can see the man on the other side of the door pale and run, honest to goodness run down the hall.

The sound of heels can be heard walking up the hall now, a slow sauntering pace until outside his door there is a beautiful Chinese woman in a three pieces ladies business suit standing there. "You will have to forgive the guards," she says in perfect English. "They are used to dealing with the Chinese mutants, not American. I asked them to bring you to me when you woke, I should have been more specific, for this I apologize." And then she bows.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Hands lowered down by his side, Remy doesn't step closer to the door, so when she bows, she's out of view of the tiny window. "Not sure what dat has t'do wit' de price of tea in India, but nah, don't be thinkin' Ah'll be forgivin' anyone when Ah get outta 'ere."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
The woman straightens, looking through the window.

"I'm afraid that there are only two choices available to you Remy LeBeau," she says plainly. "Either you can cooperate and work with the others, allow samples of your DNA to be taken, or you can be moved to the Deep."

She pauses here and he can now hear others muttering, most likely others behind those doors, but they are speaking Cantonese or Mandarin, one in English calls out, "Don't go to The Deep man, no one survives that level of radiation!"

She speaks again, "You are given five hours to make your decision, then I will return for your answer."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Standing at his full height, Remy's mouth twitches, as he's nobody's fool. The radiation isn't the way they would kill someone like him. If they need his DNA, radiation would ruin it and make it unfeasable for collecting and using later.

    "Ah was never much good at pop quizes, doc." Remy says, winking in the darkness of his cage, "Ah tended t'always choose option C."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
The woman turns and starts walking down the hall as she says, "Two choices Mr. LeBeau, and only two."

As she continues to walk away the English speaking man calls out, "Hey LeBeau is it? I'm called Foxx, and they'll kill you, make no mistake about that. No one who goes to The Deep comes back, ever. They may want your DNA, but they can take it before the drop you down there... they're cold blooded, inhuman sons of bi..."

The woman stops at the mans door and knocks on it once, and moments later Remy can hear the electricity crackle and the man scream. "No talking," she says plainly, then continues walking.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
    Remy frowns deeply as the man screams and he steps forwards, kicking the trays once again and raises his hands to slam back into he door and he seethes his rage through gritted teeth. He doesn't say anything. There's nothing to say. Not in this moment. There's no reaction he can get from them.