Hope for improvement? None. [Complete]

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Characters: Rosette, Laharl, Kovu, Link, Valerie, Misha, and the random Dusks that ferry them in and out of their cells.
Content: A continuation of this thread. Experiments continue, with the subjects still baffled and increasingly hurt.
Setting: ?
Time: An hour or two after this thread.
Warnings: None so far.

Rosette barely felt it as the strange silver creatures dumped her roughly in her cell. Her mind still reeled with all the man in black had said and done. Was she...had she really done everything...for nothing?

No. No. It couldn't be...

She picked herself up as best she could and made her way over to the cell next to hers, where she still hoped Laharl would be. She was dimly aware of the people in the other cells, but Laharl was the person she knew best in this hell, and she needed some words of reassurance.

"Laharl?" she tried quietly. "You still there?"

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(OOC: Hee, according to the diagram, Valerie's on his right and Misha's on his left. ^^ Say hello to your new partner in misery.)

Jack felt and saw his head roll across the bare floor, too dizzy and disoriented to do anything else. He'd been helpless for a while, watching his friends be overwhelmed and teleported off, and had even been unable to prevent the indignity of being stuffed piecemeal into a burlap bag, like.... well, like a sack of bugs. Like that rascal of a ghoul, Oogie Boogie. Just the very thought upset him.

By the time the Dragoons left, Jack was sitting up with a groan, rubbing his skull and swapping a few bones so they would all be in their proper places. Only then did he dare a look around, baffled as he noted the young ladies in cells to either side of him, and others further down. Where were they, and what was happening? Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

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"No answer, damn," Valerie muttered, too tired and weak to even hit the bars in frustration. She heard the murmurings of others, so she was at least glad not to be alone, even if she was imprisoned. She couldn't bear to be alone at the moment, and really didn't want to think about what was happening to Misha or Jazz.

She looked outside of the bars as best she could. She couldn't tell who everyone was, but there was one person that was unmistakable: there weren't too many walking skeletons around, after all.

"Guys?" Valerie said, raising her voice a little. "Have...have you all been m-messed with too? Are you all ok?"