Owner	Pose
Mary McPherran	Frost is freed of her limiting collar. She's killed, both in mercy and in revenge. What that faux Dr. Moreau intended has not been achieved. Killer Frost is free, and she's got 2 others in tow. The voice of the Evolutionary comes over the speakers as the trio decides on doubling back, deciding on their own freedom rather than what has been dangled before their noses. It may be telling that the tone of the head of this hellish sector of the Raft is slipping out more and more emotion. "You're going the wrong way." "I suppose I overestimated your intelligence. I think I'll relegate you to something more akin to your abilities. I'll cross you with a leech. You won't need all your limbs." Klaxons blare, the acoustics of the place doing their crummy business so that a doppler effect is making the warning noises do weird boucey things. But they cannot impede the senses if one is on the lookout for more dangerous beasts. And here they come. The insectile woman, her legs recovering with the lack of the collar, but hampered by her injuries, does her best to keep up. And her damaged but funtional antenna help provide a warning, her teeth clacking and her voice raising the alarm before the creatures try to set upon Frost and her companions. "T-two...n-no...no...no it's more. Three coming fast!" The insubstantial Vapour, green and misty, hovers close by, but may be the safest amongst the women. The sight still frightens her and she's wounded by their previous attention. A thing like a werewolf, half-clad in the torn strips of previous inmates' outfits, leaps from a higher level, growling, frothing at the mouth. He's joined by the thunderous approach of a bull-headed minotaur and one of the lizard-dogs. It seems they've made a pact of sorts, or at least been bullied in cooperating by their master. The biggest threat is Frost, and they converge, and it'll be a close thing timing wise. There's no tactics on display, just animalistic aggression.
Crystal Frost	Crystal, her jumpsuit tattered from her trials and tribulations down here, is resolute. Fearless. She's gotten her powers back. She is unshackled, free and ready to get her vengeance on the people who have harmed her. "You're welcome to try, asshole. I'm -free-. Hell's coming with me." She spares glances to her companions, pacing herself so that her buggy new friend isn't left behind. Either they all make it, or they all don't. Well, Vapor might make it on her own. Intangible. Three. Three is doable. Two Ani-men and a lizard dog. She smiles. She goes for the biggest threat first, which is probably the bull. She flings a hand out, throwing a blast of impossible cold at the thing's feet to bind it up. Make it fall. She's moving at the same time, waving for the other two to scatter. There's not much cover, but spreading out might be helpful.
Mary McPherran	It's not a bad choice to go after Taurus, the hulking flat-teethed and horned monstrosity. He is intimidating in terms of size and strength. He's got a good head of steam and his breath is actually visible as it huffs from his moist dripping nostrils, roaring like a bull. Frost has the heads-up and she's got first strike with her exceptional range. No limiter within the room able to unduly interfere with the Evil Evolutionary's pet projects means Crystal can do as she wishes. The Ani-man Bull, denied its fun from earlier, is keen on the most direct route to rushing his prey. One whole foot and a good portion of it's lower leg is quite enough to unend it. It's not going to stop though, and it's bad balance has it coming in like it's trying to slide into home plate, lashing out with its arms frantically, scrambling and almost swiping one of the two ladies into a fatal grip. It's momentum works against it, but doesn't put it completely down. It's already trying to smash at its own feet to free itself rather than crawl on all fours. The stinging cold is ~not~ welcome despite its thick hide. The werewolf goes ~through~ the girl made of ether, but the very act has her screaming, her out-of-phase voice making an eerie paranormal off-key sound of despair. She reforms with effort, floating higher as she re-coalesces. "Watch out! Wellez is fast! Faster than my Jimmy!" she chokes off an angry sob. The werewolf thing lands and bounds quickly towards the weaker target of the insect-girl, it's voice a hideous garbled cat yowl. It's joined by the lizard dog, who chomps onto one of her forearms and starts trying to shake her like a ragdoll. The voice, sour syrup over the speakers, and it sounds like he's speaking to someone rather than the microphone. "Maxivermis had better be done with the Enchantress. Liquidate her, now, if she's not already a part of his...~Kodoku~."
Crystal Frost	While throwing blasts of cold is effective, direct contact is way, way moreso. Crystal grunts as the bull man seems a little smarter than she expected. She hucks another bolt of frozen power his direction before she darts towards the one she is affectionately referring to as Bug Girl in her head. "Settle down, Fido. Didn't you get fed upstairs you gross little beast?" She's leaving herself open, but her best bet to save her new friend is to tackle the lizard-dog and make contact. Throwing herself at it, she tries to wrap her arms around its neck, making as much skin contact as she can. As soon as she has any kind of grip, she -pulls-, drawing the heat energy from the critter as fast as she can. "Bad dog! No eating people!"
Mary McPherran	When Frost makes contact with the four-legged sentry lizard, the quality of its hide makes itself well known. It's like hugging an alligator, but checkerboard scales and ridges are as abrasive as that of some kind of shark. The maw snaps at this new adversary, letting go of the limb it had as a chewtoy, and blood sprays free from the wound. More technocolour hues and perfume scent, making the lizdoggo's mouth a riot of rainbow hues as it tries to chomp on Frost. Whatever wishes were bred into the creature, it's resistant. But ~not~ immune. The thrashing beast hops, and drags Frost along with it a few meters while it yowls and feels the strength sap from its formidable reserves of endurance. Somehow, this terrible thing has even ~more~ for Frost to take. Far from a sluggish saurian. It's button-eyes bulge as it is sucked dry, and the once healthy and vile thing becomes like beef jerky. The Werewolf Wellez meanwhile goes for Bug Girl, and perhaps the scent of her is what's too damn distracting, because he's wrapping one hand fully around a thigh and loping to drag her off to a darkened hallway like some hyena with carrion. She's not going quietly, raking her nails along his forearms. Coming in for the assist is the girl of gaseous vapour. She's taking a cue from Frost's leadership and sacrifice, and surges forward. "No you don't!" The outline of her form, becomes more tangible, but still airborne. An aerosol now, particulate, inhabiting this plane as well. With a growl of disgust she flutters right in ~front~ of the retreating Ani-man and is ~inhaled~. Wellez staggers, hair bristling and goes into a fit of spasms so fierce the sounds of tendons twang and bones grind. Wisps are coughed out of green stuff...which resolutely force themselves back inside with deadly determination.
Crystal Frost	Crystal's jumpsuit, shredded as it is, leaves very little protection from the 40 grit sandpaper that is the beast's hide. By the time she's done, the lizard-dog is unliving ice, and Crystal looks like she's gone afoul of a belt sander. It really doesn't feel great, but her pain tolerance is high, and she's flush with power again. That's why she's so dangerous. Anything warm is a power source. An instrument of its own demise. She kicks the frozen chimera to the ground, and it shatters into a million pieces. Her eyes flick between Wellez and Taurus, choosing the most active threat to her new People. Gritting her teeth, she charges at the choking and distracted werewolf and leaps onto his back, climbing up as high as she can and planting her hands on either side of his fuzzy head. "You know, I used to like dogs. Now I'm not so sure!" This time, instead of sucking all the heat away, she literally sends blasts of cold energy directly into his ears to flash freeze everything she can between her hands. It might be quicker. Of course, the bull might get free from his binds and ruin her day too.
Mary McPherran	Frost's tactic is the best given the circumstances, the route via his eardrums must not tickle, and stops all attempts to cough out his particulate attacker doing god knows what to the inside of his lungs. Everything in that foul brain gets put on permanent pause and the werewolf topples. His body crashes as his limbs go into a palsy of brainless movements. Fortunately there's an avenue not cut off for Vapour, and she's out of that body in twin blasts from his throat. The roiling cloud of see-through green tumbles like a messy tornado as the girl spins back into a visible shape. She actually tries to retch, but it's purely a mental hangup from a physical form. Her levitating form turns end over end as if she were a jellyfish in water. She's going to need a minute to get her head on straight. Taurus is working on freeing himself from the icey hinderances, but he's on all fours making for the entrance. He's seen what happened to the dog, he's seen the last expression on his fellow Ani-man's face before he died. He brays in panic, frothing, his legs not obeying as well as they should. "Masterrrrrrrrrr!"
Crystal Frost	Crystal leaps free as the werewolf tumbles to the floor in a heap of dead chimera. Her smile is not kind, though her eyes soften a bit as Vapor gets herself free. "Check on her when your head's on straight. I've got a cow to butcher." Taurus flees, crawling on numb legs, and Crystal just walks, his cries of terror not really fazing her. No pity. No mercy. Cold. She hucks a couple harrying blasts the Ani-man's way, missing him by inches. She wants him to be in full terror when she catches up. "The things you've done. The things all of you have done. You deserve worse than what I can give you. June could scare you to death. Well, the Enchantress could, but you've got me." She walks in the fashion of a slasher villain. Steady, ground eating strides that, no matter how much Taurus scrabbles on the floor, she's closer than the last time. She sneers at him, the air around her losing heat as she focuses her righteous fury. "Call for your master. I want him to know he's next." She lays hands on the bull man and pulls. Taking his heat. Freezing his blood until it shatters in his veins. She takes more and more, freezing him from the inside out. "This is still too good for you."
Mary McPherran	The terror felt by the Ani-man will never make up for his maliciousness, but those stretched out moments are peak horror. In his panic stricken mind, it's pitiful last grasps for undeserved life There's no reversal, of finding repentance, and he doesn't get any remorse. He gets a million razor blades through his vascular system. A death by a zillion cuts. It's not poetic, but his power is taken, and used to ensure freedom of action for another. His once intimidating bulk becomes ruined and drained, bones made brittle. Raft Roadkill. Wyndham's voice is back to the microphone. No doubt in those pockets of silence where there's just the static crackle of an ambient open channel, he's seeing readouts and getting data in from this disasterous day. "Frost...You could have been an asset." His voice lowers another aside to an assistant. 'Get me a response from that cockroach in the Panopticon. And where is Rappaccini? ...Excuse me?' His voice comes back onto the microphone. "I wonder just how fast those legs can carry you." All that stands between the trio is that entrance corridor with the running lights in the ceiling.
Crystal Frost	With the trio of murderous creatures dead and gone, Crystal takes this moment of respite to check on her new friends. Vapor seems okay, so she goes to check on the Bug Girl, salvaging what strips of cloth she can from her tattered jumpsuit to bind the other woman's wounds as she can. "We're almost done. Just a little further. Stay with me, and they'll never lock you up again." She turns back to the hallway, drawing herself up to her unimpressive full height, and she starts marching, calling out to Wyndham. "All I know 'Doctor' is that when we get back up there, you'd better be gone, or I am going to do what I just did to your creations to you. Slower. Maybe I'll freeze your limbs solid and shatter them off first," she says, walking up that hallway with the disorienting lights. "Break off little bits of you at a time. See how long you can survive until I reach in and freeze your heart into an ice cube and crush it in my fist. That way you'll be awake as you die." She might be the Mom Friend, but taking lives, especially of the deserving, is not something that makes her squeamish.
Mary McPherran	"Promises...promises..." comes his voice, and it seems clearer, less distortion now. The closer the trio comes to that welcoming room, where prisoners are initially escorted, the less chance to echo Wyndham's words. His figure is there in that antechamber. It's not behind the glass, but in the very room. He stands there, cock-sure, and his image distorts temporarily. The coward has deployed some manner of hologram. And the Scientist has been replaced with someone of red hued skin, a technologically swanky exoskeleton and pupil-less eyes. The rest of the room is vacant, though things still bray from the locked cells. The Doctor's other hideous creations unable to flee or fight, restrained in their cages. The elevator is there waiting...and the area behind the glass is waiting, still staffed by nervous assistants, hovering near their consoles. The Evolutionary speaks, "This has been less fruitful than I had hoped. I had a new generation planned, and you've set back my little projects here. I hate this planet. Was it worth it? No one would miss some of the dregs in this place, give them better purpose. Such a waste. Now you'll have to look over your shoulder, lithe leech. I hope this torments you in your last minutes. I am not usually spiteful, but I think you've earned it, and I'll eliminate your fellow inmates as you have tried to kill progress. They're being routed to the Panopticon now in fact, by hook and crook. One last vicious Witch's brew for Mister Mental, that maggot. I will crush them all together. Will you save them or stay and slay what remains of my work?"
Crystal Frost	Crystal regards the hologram with murder in her eyes. They occasionally flicker to the exoskeleton clad individual, but they're always back on the holo. "Looking over my shoulder is part of the job. I'm always looking over my shoulder. Everything you send at me will die. Every time will get me closer to putting my thumbs through your eyeballs and freezing your brain into a brick of ice." She snarls at the news, though. "God damn you, you're a vile piece of shit, and I kill people for money. Your experiments get to live for another day, but I'll be back when you least expect it," she says, marching towards the door with her new pals in tow. She touches the door and sucks what little heat it has out, freezing it down to the atoms. She draws her hand back and punches it, shattering it into millions of pieces. She starts to head out to save her friends, looking back over her shoulder at the Doctor. "And Hell's coming with me."