paixaorpg | When did this happen? [Experimentation, Experimentation subjects, feel free to respond]

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When did this happen? [Experimentation, Experimentation subjects, feel free to respond]

Character(s): Jazz
Content: Jazz finds herself all of the sudden thrown into a dark cell, in an unknown place. Panic ensues.
Setting: Unknown
Time: She's not sure
Warnings: Hyperventilation.

One moment she had been with good company, the next, she was alone. It was enough to make her head spin, even though she had somewhat experienced the feeling of being one place one minute, another the next. However, even that had been punctuated by sleep between.

The place that she had been thrown was dark, though it wasn't wet, dank, or any sort of nasty. It was perhaps a little dusty from disuse, but it was generally a well-kept holding area. It was certainly unlike the prison cells one saw in the movies (but she knew that the movies tended to be inaccurate about a lot of things). However, what was very upsetting about it was that she was the one inside the cell.

She was the one in jail.

And it was cold in that area, or perhaps she was upset, because she started shivering, as she ran to the door of the cell, and shook it as violent as her tiny body could. "Hey! There's gotta be some mistake here!" A pause. "Hello? Anybody?"

She could feel panic setting in with each passing moment of silence. "Danny! Valerie! Are you guys out there?!" She stepped away from the bars and pulled out her journal. She'd make sure Danny knew what had happened to her, because the last thing she wanted to do (even through her panicking) was make him suffer more because of her.

She typed on the journal, face focused and intense. Because it was the only thing keeping her sane by then.

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Valerie had a lot of time to think now, and she couldn't deny it was doing her a world of good for the time being.

She was sitting with her knees to her chest, sort of quiet for a moment. She needed this time to stay put, relax, think about what was happening at the time being.

At the moment, everything seemed very white. The room was bright and whoever had thrown her in the place hadn't seemed terribly concerned with explanations. So for the time being, Valerie had time to assess the situation, despite the panic in her heart.

She was in captivity now. Whoever had decided to keep her here was toying with her for the time being and escaping seemed to be the best plan. The problem was that Valerie had a hard time convincing herself she didn't belong here. Something in her told her that Larxene was still around, and if the whimpers she heard in this captive space said anything, it was stories on how hopeless everything seemed. For now, Valerie wanted a calm before the stom-interrupted by the voice she heard two cells down.

Danny! Valerie! Are you guys out there?!

The voice was familiar, and hard as it was to believe, belonged to the very person Valerie was suggesting they try to find: Danny's sister Jazz.

"Jazz? JAZZ! It's Valerie! I'm here too. Um...are you ok?"

Now, generally Laharl was a heavy sleeper. A VERY heavy sleeper. He could sleep through just about anything if he wanted to. However, he wasn't exactly himself. Despite being drugged up the wazoo, he was in a lot of pain from the damage Larxene had inflicted upon him, and with no cleric to heal it, he was not used to dealing with this much discomfort for his long.

So when he heard voices suddenly, other than Rosette, echoing through the cells, he slowly stirred awake.

Laying flat out on the floor near beside the bars between Rosette and his cell, he could only tilt his head a little to peer down through the many rows of bars to the further end, where voices rang out.

Glancing momentarily up to Rosette he tried to clear his throat to make some sort of response, although it took a moment to wrap his foggy mind around any words.

"....M.. more?" he managed out, echoing down the cell-block, realizing he wasn't alone now with Rosette. What... was going on?

Rosette had thought she'd never be able to sleep here, what with her worry over Laharl and the need to fight off the creeping fear that she might be next. Evideinly she'd managed to doze off somewhere, because she'd completely missed the entrance of the two people whose voices were echoing through the cell block.

She jumped slightly at the sound of Laharl's voice - she'd not expected him to be awake. "Yeah," she murmured quietly to him. "Looks like it."

She turned her head towards the other end of the block, where the voices seemed to be. "Hello?" she called, voice laden with an unfamiliar uncertainty. "Who's there?" Never mind that one of the voices had already announced both their names - Rosette had no idea who these people were or what was going on, so the most basic of questions seemed to be the best choice.

The young swords-elf ~~(yes, I know it's a messed up term)~~ groaned as he stirred, one hand instantly going to his head. What had hit him? He remembered coming into the city, meeting a stranger in black...

Him.

The man had done something to stop him in time. Link was familiar with the phenomena; he'd been traveling through and in time for months now, by way of some rather esoteric methods. His thoughts wandered back to those days, which now seemed so long past. Where was he now?

Finally opening his eyes, he found himself in a dark jail cell. He'd seen its kind before, among the Gerudo. That had been before he'd been to the temple in the forest, before he'd really started his journey as an adult. With nothing but his hookshot, a horse, a shield and the Master---

Wait. There was no weight at his back. Neither shield nor sword were in their places. Frantic, he began to search his belt pouches. Bombs - none. Hookshot, bow, arrows, hammer, boomerang... not there. They'd even taken his Deku nuts. All he could find was his old ocarina, the carved wooden one Saria had given him when he left the forest. It amounted to little, given the situation.

The sound of a female voice caught his attention. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could make out shapes moving in the cells adjacent to his own; all round-eared except for one. And those eyes definitely weren't Hylian.

"Yes, there are others here. I count eight of us." A faint glimmer of hope was dashed when he realized that none of the others seemed to be even remotely armed, either.

(OOC: Well, technically, there's not eight people yet, since Jack and Gaston have yet to be captured by Demyx. You know how he is about deadlines!)

"Ugh..." Kovu moaned as a wave of disorientation passed over him. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but something had changed... Something had just changed drastically. He once again wasn't where he had been before. It was a lot like the time he'd been taken to Paixao in the first place... Although this time, there wasn't a huge gate welcoming him to his new home...

No, this place was a lot less friendly, and Kovu had a sinking feeling that he'd gone from a decent place to an extremely bad one. He was obviously indoors, but there was none of the usual human furniture, just solid metal bars separating the room into small enclosures. He looked around, finally realizing that there were humans around him talking to each other. A glimmer of recognization came to his eyes when he spotted one of the inmates a few cells down. It looked like the guy that had been with Timon earlier... But he didn't sound so good at the moment. Kovu realized that he didn't even know the person's name yet... Timon and Pumbaa, however, were nowhere in sight, which worried him a little. He didn't know if they were still back at the hospital, or if they'd been taken too, only to somewhere else.

Time to find out a little more about what had just happened... The lion cut into the conversation with his own questions, "What just happened? Where the hell are we?"

Not exactly polite, but at the moment, he wasn't inclined to care.

Jazz jumped at the almost immediate responses she'd gotten. So, perhaps she wasn't alone, and she sighed in relief, backing away from the door. She looked around, her eyes not quite used to the darkness of this place yet, and slowly she made her way towards the direction she had heard Valerie's voice.

"Valerie? You're here too?" she asked, just a bit quieter. "I'm fine, I'm fine!"

She could hear several other people exclaim in confusion, and she steeled herself. Something was going on here, something bad. Had to be. Her head whipped around.

Who's there? Where the hell are we? There are others here.

This was bad, and she couldn't help but be afraid. She spoke louder now, to the others.

"My name is Jazz Fenton! Does anyone know where we are?!"

Valerie sighed. She could see all too well in this darkness: she hadn't worn that suit and depended on its abilities alone. Of course, Valerie didn't need to look around much to figure out where they were. In all truth, the where didn't count too much. It was the why that bugged her.

"We're kidnapped," Valerie said, loudly enough for the others to hear. She got up and walked around the cell. "As best as I can figure, we're all in similar cells. Did any of you guys spy people in black cloaks? I know that's who kidnapped me...one of them, anyway. I've met another too. She's pretty vicious. If we're kidnapped by the people I think kidnapped us, things are only going to get worse from here."

It sounded grim, but it wasn't as if Valerie was going to sugar coat anything. She doubted any of the others had done anything specifically to invoke the Organization's wrath, but who could tell? She knew jack squat about anyone else, even though she was fairly certain Jazz didn't know anything about the Organization.

Poor Jazz. She was actually hoping to try and help Danny find her.

"I'm sorry Jazz," Valerie said quietly. I wish we could have tried to find you sooner. At least then we would have all been together."

So, there were quite a few others. While it was dark making it hard to see, Laharl had been in here longer than the others, and was able to quickly adjust to the darkness enough to see shadows looming down through the cells. Past Rosette's he could see clearest was the form of the lion he'd seen not to long ago. A friend of Timon and the hog's... so he was here too?

He didn't announce who he was. He didn't really feel like announcing who he was. It was embarrassing to think he was here at all, and stuck in this condition, which was pretty poor. With blood soaked bandages down his left arm and shoulder, and several cuts to his face which also had left dry blood down it he was a pretty pathetic sight. On top of it all, his scarf was missing and he couldn't move a muscle. He was a rather unhappy Overlord. It was a good thing he was at the far end, if the others could see him clearly, what was done to him would undoubtedly make them all more nervous.

"Hmph, I have, ah, a name for this place," he spoke up, pausing midway as he tried to shift, but pretty well failed due to his lack of being able to move and having pain shooting down his arm.

"Hell," the Overlord announced gruffly before his voice quieted a little into a mutter, "Or at least something pretty damn close to it." He let out a huff that in part hid a sound of discomfort before he spoke up again, "I sure saw one of them, that damn Larxene. I gave her more than a slight hard time, and she decided to repay the favor, hhm!"

He was quite sure he'd seen her limping a bit, and from the look in her eyes when she'd started digging her knife into him, she had been more than just a little enjoying it.

They had a job to do. Their assignment was to be simple.

Not bothering with the door - why would a Nobody need doors, anyway? - the pair of Dusks simply warped into the cell containing the blonde girl. Collect her, they had been told. Bring her to me. Try not to harm her in the process.

That last order was proving harder to carry out than it seemed. She struggled when they grabbed her arms, fighting against them as best she could and calling for help.

The help that came was a Gambler, and he came for the Dusks. Wasting no time, he simply wrapped one long white arm around her neck and, with the Dusks still clinging to her arms, dragged her through the portal of darkness to the place where his master was waiting.

Rosette looked around, trying hard to see through the gloom. From the voices, she counted five...no, six people in there with them. How many did these people - this "Organization" - intend to take anyway?

She gave a soft, weak laugh at Laharl's pronouncement. Hell indeed. She wondered what had happened between him and this "Larxene" to get him in so much trouble.

She decided simply to ask. "Hey, what ha-" She stopped short, freezing as two white creatures simply appeared in her cell. She recognized these things - they were the creatures that had dragged Laharl in here. Now they had come for her. "Stay away from me," she ordered shakily, going for her gun.

Which wasn't there.

A frantic patdown told her that not only her gun but her entire holster and its contents - ammunition, seals, holy water, journal - were missing. She was unarmed and helpless in a situation that would no doubt end the worse for her.

Well, she sure wouldn't make it easy for them.

She pulled against them as they grabbed her arms. "No! NO!" She fought hard, yelling for help that she knew nobody could give. Too hard, in fact. She failed to hear the third white creature arrive and approach until it had already grabbed her around the neck. Simply not caring about her, the thing began to pull her towards the portal it had arrived through.

With that move, she lost the fight. Barely able to breathe against the pressure on her neck, she was simply dragged along, into the portal and to a place where she did not want to go.

Link tried to tune out the voices of the others for the time being, but the screaming for help took that option away. Out of reflex, he again reached for his sword before remembering it wasn't there. He was as helpless as anyone else present.

Some hero he was. Here was a girl being kidnapped - not that everyone there hadn't already been - right before his eyes, and he could do -nothing-.

The questions he had heard but not had a chance to answer came to mind, and he slumped. "I met one of them as soon as I entered the city. He said his name was Ludor." Speaking of cities... "Umm... Does anyone know where we are? This certainly isn't Hyrule..."

"No, no, NO!!!" Kovu flung himself against the bars of the cage, claws outstretched towards the creatures assaulting the girl in the cell next to him. They remained out of reach, though, and he could do nothing to stop them from grabbing her and vanishing away. The lion remained there for a moment, pressed up against the bars, before finally pulling back and smacking the unyielding metal with a paw, "Damn it!"

He growled in disgust, irritated that he'd been unable to do anything. Maybe there wasn't much that any of them could do, but he'd had to at least try. Someone had to start showing these people that you couldn't just screw up people's lives for no good reason like this.

"I think he got it right when he said this place was hell," Kovu muttered darkly at the question the guy in green posed, nodding over towards Laharl. "Or if not, somewhere trying for a close second."

So busy they were today! Busy, busy, busy, busy! Take care of the useless one, a stupid suggestion, said Superior, and then get rid of her. Kick her out of Paixao, ha ha ha ha. Mundane and annoying-- who needs that in the great city of Paixao? Let her run for mayor, they figured.

She'd be as useful, but don't tell the Superior that. The meerkat was more useful, even! They'd be more useful, another thing to laugh about when none of the others were looking. A good time to open the door, maybe hum a tune.

Be frightening, drag her kicking and screaming.

Remedy the problem, said the Superior. And what the Superior says, the Superior gets. Remedies, remedies, all the time!

Jazz heard the door open and her head whipped up. A scream as claws grabbed her by the arms and dragged her towards the door. What was she going to do?! What! She was shaking-- afraid.

"Valerie! Tell Danny not to worry!" she shouted back.

And the door shut behind her.

((Consider this a permanent exit, guys! <3))

"Jazz? JAZZ! No!" Valerie slammed herself against the bars, surprising herself at the sudden rush of adrenaline. "I'll tell him, but we need to try and stay toge..."
But it was too late. The door slammed shut behind and left Valerie there, nose pressed against the bars. A low growl escaped her throat and she kicked angrily at the bars, ignoring the searing pain that shot up her leg. WHY? Just when she might have been able to do something for Danny, they take Jazz away. She was the only one here Valerie knew, and was the only thing that was keeping Valerie from totally breaking down.

She knees sunk to the floor, and she covered her head in her hands, her usually combed hair a mess on her head. This just needs to end, she thought bitterly.

((Val-mun? Can you use the 'post a new comment' link to post in the future? ^_^ <3 ya only reply off someone like that when there are 2 in a thread.))

The Overlord never got to hear the rest of Rosette's question. "O-oi! Sto--" he mustered, but there was nothing he could do. Before they knew it she was gone, and Laharl could do nothing. He let out a damnit of his own. Before they barely had a moment, more of them had appeared to take Jazz, and again there was nothing that could be done.

"Great... just... great," Laharl muttered, his frustration glaringly obvious. With a sigh, that sounded more like an angry growl, he tilted his head to look down the cells again. Well, so now there were only four of them.

Finally after a few moments of silence he spoke up again to answer Link's question, "You.. don't even know anything yet...? Gah, figures. I'm...ah, never going to escape these questions... Paixao. A blasted island, probably in another dimension from your own... that you can't leave."

He'd answered it enough now, that even in this state he was able to pull it from his mind fairly easily, despite being incoherent.

So what would happen to them? Would they come back looking like him? Or at he had 'special treatment'. What were they planning to do to them? Questions like these bounced through his head, and he had answers to none of them. Well, whatever it was he'd fight it with everything he had. He'd make them regret thinking they could possibly kidnap a demon overlord. Now, just how he was going to accomplish this he wasn't sure yet, but hopefully he'd find a way.

Xemnas, hood still up, appeared into the hallway outside of the cell doors, Misha still grasped tightly with his hand. He said nothing, but he was much more satisfied with her selection than he had been with Jazz's. He oppened the door and dragger her firmly into the room.

"We will be back for you when we are ready."

And with that, he shut and locked the door behind him. Only to portal back to where he usually observed.

"No'su!" Misha cried again, as Xemnas tossed her into the small cell. She landed roughly on the ground, scrapping her hands and knees, but was quick to get to her feet again and cling to the bars. "Wait'su!"

But Xemnas was gone again, and she sank down once more. "You're not from Heaven'su," she whispered accusingly, as though it were important to her to say so aloud.

It was only then that she realized the other cells were occupied.

Before anyone could answer his question, another person had been dragged from their cell by those white creatures. Were they different ones this time? He couldn't tell.

In the quiet following that, there came an answer to his question. Paixao? An island? Another world? Another dimension? None of it made sense!

Before he could answer with more questions - indeed, before he had time to think - another person was being dragged in. This one appeared to be a young girl, with the absolute brightest, pinkest hair Link had ever seen. Her voice, even terrified as it was to begin with, practically screamed 'cute!'.

Not so the man who had thrown her into the cell; his voice was cold, calculating, calm, and a hundred other things that all pushed the 'Danger' button in Link's subconscious. His dark coat and hood reminded him of the man who had kidnapped him; Ludor. But he was taller, and of a slimmer build...

"Umm... Are you okay?" he asked the kid, feeling rather down, himself. Such a great hero! Couldn't even help a kid...

Kovu scowled after the mysterious man as he left behind a new prisoner in the cell that had been occupied only moments before. That didn't bode well for the girl who had just been taken. The lion wondered if that was what had happened to Nala, back when he'd first come to the city. She'd disappeared without a trace too. Maybe these people were responsible. Maybe they were planning to make him disappear too.

"What do they want from us?" he asked, only half expecting an answer. Unfortunately, it was more than likely that nobody else had the faintest clue, either. "Did we piss off the wrong person or something? I don't recall getting on anyone's bad side in the recent past..." At least, not since Simba had banished him from the Pridelands. But Simba definitely wasn't the one behind all of this, and Kovu couldn't think of anyone in Paixao he'd annoyed enough for them to want to kidnap and imprison him.

One, two, three, four, open the door. Step high duck low, and for god's sake, control your twitching men! Keep your coats pristine and if it's meant to be sharp, keep it that way. The three of them marched in a pack down the hallway where all the prisoners were kept.

Larxene had given them strict, strict orders, and she was in a fouler mood than usual. She usually didn't actually throw her kunai at them, and that meant they had to march quick! Curse them for being more powerful, curse them all. And she didn't look happy at all.

Instead of opening the door containing the black-haired girl that reeked of a familiar scent, they morphed into her cell and grabbed her. As quickly as they came, they morphed out with her.

See, the dusks could be efficient when they wanted to be!

"HEY, GE..." Valerie was barely able to get two words out wheb she started being shoved roughly along by those strange creatures. She fell, and let out a large grunt. She had already had that knee fighting Larxene. The creatures moved her along anyway, and she turned, and got a glimpse of someone she wished she hadn't seen here.

Misha.

Damn it, she though before they took her out of the room. I messed up again!

He didn't know if it was a good sign or not, when a pink-haired girl was left in the cell the orange-haired one had been in. He didn't think much on it when something else caught his ear.

"Heaven?" he questioned out loud, trying to get a better look at her through the several cells in between. He couldn't see any angel wings... but then he didn't exactly have normal demons wings himself, so that wasn't necisarily something to go on.

"Tch... Why the hell... would you think these uh, black coats are from Celestia?" he asked, ignoring Kovu's question for now. The topic of heaven perking his interest far more.

While he waited an answer he could only frown as yet another of them was pulled from their cells. Whatever was going on, they were definitely not wasting time, were they?

Misha sniffled, her small hands wrapped around the bars of her cell. She raised her head slightly at Link's voice, tears glistening in her amethyst eyes. "I.. I'm not hurt'su," she said, trying to find something positive. The black-coated man had held her tightly but not enough so to injure. "Ummm'su, who are you?"

Still teary, she leaned against the bars to get a better view of the small hallway. She didn't see any doors at either end, and could only clearly make out the cell on each side of her. She wondered if the male voice was right, asking if they'd angered someone. But the only one with the authority to punish her was Heaven, wasn't it?

But Misha froze when she heard a familiar voice begin to yell. "Valerie-chan! Valerie-chan!" But her friend was dragged away before she could do anything more than cry out. So fast'su! She's... gone'su...

"Bring her back'su!" the little angel girl cried unhappily. What if they planned to hurt her? She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to feel Valerie if she was anywhere nearby.

Instead, she encountered an aura dark and demonic and recoiled. "Oh'su!" she gasped. She knew it wasn't Shia-chan, because her aura had never seemed so black, but it was definitely a demon. "Nyaa-san?" she called. "Demon-san?"

She was okay... That was good. Better apparently than many of the others present. "My name is Link -"

Before he could get more than that out, the creatures were back again. This time for the girl with the dark skin; who would be next? Would they all be replaced as they were removed, or would these people simply keep using them until they were gone?

He was pulled back from his reverie by the child's voice, again... Demon? What's a demon? he thought, clearly puzzled; his world had nothing that went by that name...

Kovu flopped down onto the floor, his irritation mounting as everyone present decided to take an intrest in the new girl with an apparent speech impediment instead of saying anything to him. Granted, it was probably unreasonable to assume that anyone had an answer for him, but the lion was currently caged up and facing unknown dangers in the near future. He wasn't exactly in the most reasonable of moods. Fortunately, he chose to brood instead of making a scene. The rest of the prisoners would probably get back to him at some point, anyway.

In the meantime, he could still send messages out through the journals. For some unknown reason, the things had apparently been left working, and nobody had taken his journal away from him. He wasn't sure how much it would help, since he still didn't know where he was, but at least it had let him tell his friends what happened to him. He just hoped someone could figure out where they were and rescue them before he got dragged off like those other people.

Laharl was't exactly getting his questions answered either, as his had apparently passed right over the girl's pink head. Or maybe she didn't know what he was talking about? Perhaps just as there were alternate Netherworlds, there could be alternate heavens? It wouldn't surprise him a single bit.

He was about ready to close his eyes and give up, when he heard her call out down the cells again. Nyaa? Wasn't that the sound those cat demons made...? Well, whatever. He was pretty damn sure "demon-san" was directed at him. "Hn? Oi, that's Laharl-sama," he corrected her then paused for a moment before adding, "... Yeah, what is it?"

Wait, how'd she figure out he was a demon? Unless she was... hmmm. He once more suspected that perhaps she was an angel, although he couldn't say he'd ever seen any angels with pink hair, but there was definitely something light and unearthly about her. He'd have normally been able to get a better sense of it, but right now? In this state? Forget it. He was having enough trouble keeping his thoughts straight.

The Superior had only just dropped her off, and now he wanted her again? Well, not him. The crazy blue-haired one. They were doing more work lately than they had been doing in a long time. It was crazy, they ought to complain. But, they had been bored for a long time anyway, right?

They portaled into the cell, looking at the angel there. Wonder what was going to happen to her, they knew that it couldn't be good, whatever it was. But they needed hearts. She had a heart, and that was that. With much haste, they reached out to grab her, before portalling to another part of the castle.

Misha barely had time to turn around, much less struggle, as the Dusks appeared within her cell. In fact, she barely had time to make the connection between that, and the beings that had dragged Valerie-chan past her, before she too was snatched away from the holding area, with barely a "su!" left in her wake.

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