memezilla | Jail Cell Mee

Yeah, I heard the Dark Hand was a real piece of shit job.

Not that trying to be a good guy will get you anywhere either. Sometimes I think I end up in here more than the real demons in this world.

[They just exchange a Look at that.]

Well, seeing as the real demons generally don't end up in normal prisons...

That ain't sayin' a whole lot.

'Cept Xiao Fung, but that was kinda just where his portal was...

[She raised a brow,] So, you're telling me you actually know about all that shit?

Ohhhh yeah. That bad deal that sunk the Dark Hand? With a fire demon named Shendu.

An' it's his asshole of a son's fault we're in here.

We was just mindin' our own business 'til he came and made us work for him.

[Cackling again. She seems pretty evil.] If they hadn't learned by now to take my wand, I'd get us out and we could ruin his day.

I like the way you think!

Bet if we played it right, we could get out early on community service...

Bet it's gonna take the Chans a while ta lock him back up, too.

[She bites her lip, thinking for a moment before giving them a shit eating grin. She gets up and heads towards the cell door,] Back up, boys.

Necrius Decidere!

[Her hands glow purple and when she grabs the bars they crumble into rust. She's obviously drained from doing that, but she also invoked magic with no conduit. Not something many could do. After a quick breath she straightens and starts running while shouting,]

Prison break!

[Another quick glance between them, and then...]

Oh yeah, we're outta here.

Viva la freedom, suckers.

Wasn't we gonna try an' clear our records?

[...]

Wait for me!

[She blasts through one door, slugging the first officer she encounters. Others raise their guns, but she seems to not care, sliding her way towards another room while grabbing someone's keys off his desk.

She opens up the posessions locker and gets her wand, casting a shielding spell to block any chance of the four of them getting hit by any bullets before bursting right out of the front door and running down the street. Hopefully the boys can keep up.]

[Officers that get too close to Chow end up flat on the floor, likely sporting some sprains or broken bones from his kicks and punches. He seems to be enjoying this a bit more than would be expected just from the promise of freedom. But when the door opens, he's more than happy to book it.]

Chan you guys ain't.

[As one of the gun wielding officers goes down, Finn stops and bends down to relieve him of his weapon, before darting out the door.]

I'll be taking this~

[Compared to the others, Ratso is downright gentle and restrained. Any officer that tries to stop him gets thrown aside, but they don't hit the wall hard enough to do any real damage. When the doors open, he just runs, shooting Finn and Chow disapproving looks.]

[Even Hannah didn't bother with that much attacking. She's not exactly good at being covert, but she's battle hardened enough to know how to slip through a crowd when needed. Wizards aren't meant for a beating.

She leads them through the streets, down some alley ways and back roads to a door in a dead-end alley. She takes out a pendant and her eyes glow purple as a lock can be heard clicking open.]

Welcome to the Rat Cave, kids.

Rat Cave? What kinda name's that?

Makes it sound like you've got a rodent problem.

Sounds like somethin' from a comic book to me.

If you've got a problem with the name, I can call the police back over here. [Seriously, are you guys trying to piss her off?]

People liked to call me a rat, so I might as well fucking own it, right? Now get in.

Problem? Who's got a problem? It's a great name!

[Headed for that open lock!]

Logic seems sound to me.

Kinda cool, really.

[She's smacking the ass of the last one in before following and closing the door behind her. The stairs lead down to another door, and through that door is what looks like a mix between an antique store, a bachelor pad, and a night club.]

At least they still haven't figured out this place.

[She heads in, gets a beer and offers to the others before sitting down. There's plenty of places to sit, at least.]

So, you know where this asshole is?

[The last one in is Ratso, taking up his usual position towering behind the other two. He jumps at the smack and his cheeks flush as he waves off the beer.]

Someone's gotta stay away from dat stuff when these two are at it.

Yeah yeah, designated wet blanket.

[Finn is quite happy to take a beer and crack it open as he sits down.]

Gecko Boy hangs out at the abandoned junkyard between jobs.

[Like Finn, Chow accepts the offered alcohol and drops into a seat.]

Guess 'standards' ain't really in his vocabulary, huh?

[She wrinkles her nose,] As if I'm not stuck around trash enough as it is.

You know anything more about lizard breath?

Short temper, uses fire magic.

Lookin' fer powers what got separated from his aunts and uncles when they got sealed.

Not that it does us much good knowin' that, it ain't like the Immortals' symbols was one of a kind to make it easy to know where he'd be headed.

[Not like she can say much, her magic is classified as 'death magic'. People get hung up on morals regarding it.]

The Immortal Symbols? [She gasps, looking surprised.

And then her expression falls flat,] I'm not in the business of studying this stuff, just taking it away from bigger assholes than myself.

Oh, believe us, we know plenty about 'em.

Kinda hard to forget when you've met all eight of the demons in question.

'Cept we wasn't there when Shendu was re-banished, but I guess Drago goin' after dat one would be kinda redundant.

[She really doesn't want to hear any more about demons. Killing them sounds like a better plan.] Where can we start looking?

Check the junkyard first. If he ain't there, he's after one of the Immortals' weapons.

The Chans probably got some way of trackin' dose down by now.

Yeah, but they'd send us right back to the slammer. An' I don't think Captain Black would be willin' ta put us on parole again.

I'd just get us out again.

[Seriously, if her charges weren't (mostly) against criminals, the swat team would be hunting for her non-stop and looking for better ways to keep her locked up tight. Someone just keeps turning the other cheek for her. Possibly because she's fucking them.

She gets back up and starts to cook,]

Bad idea to go to a fight on an empty stomach.

[It looks a bit strange, seeing her doing anything remotely domestic.]

[You implied food. This instantly improves Ratso's mood. And really, he probably looks just as out of place in a kitchen.]

No arguin' widdat! Want me to help?

Already missin' food that ain't prison slop!

Sounds like a plan to me!

Just don't get to thinking that this is a soup kitchen! Got it, dick ticklers?

[She actually kind of likes them. And because of that she starts giving Ratso instructions to help her prepare. She's not making a three course meal, but it'll be enough to fill them and taste pretty good too.]

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