Roleplay:Lab Rats

Overview
You wake up kneeling on a cold tiled floor. A bag is over your head, but you can see a few figures arguing, but about what, you don't know. The rooms smells of death and you swear the liquid you're kneeling on is blood. You are either sad, scared, confused, pissed, or any combination of the four. Someone brought you here. To kill you? To make you a slave? Questions race within your brain as you search for answers, but are met with more questions. What lies on the next step in your adventure involves a lot of blood, violence, and science. What horrors wait for you, and who is tossing you at them? Become a lab rat and escape the maze!

Rules

 * No godmodding.
 * Strong language is allowed as long as you censor it.
 * Stray from the plot, and you will be shot...just kidding. You'll only be given a slap on the wrist and your soul given to Hades.
 * No romance except hugging and kissing, but you'll see that such things will get you nowhere fast.
 * Killing other people's characters is forbidden unless they give the thumbs up.
 * Active users only.
 * Have fun!

Characters Involved

 * Solomon The Bobcat (dingo)
 * Overload the Jammer (DarkMantis)
 * Feedback the Zapper (DarkMantis)
 * Twilight the Lycalo (Twi)
 * Graviton the hedgehog (Twi)
 * El-Dor the Fish (Monk)
 * Katherine Bloodson (Monk)
 * Valencia the Vampire Werefox (Kira)
 * Zapor the Hedgehog (Z888)
 * Blade the Hedgehog (Z888)
 * Metal The Rogue (Metal)
 * Crash The Porcupine (Spike)

Participants

 * dingo
 * DarkMantis
 * Twi
 * Monk
 * Kira
 * Z888
 * Metal
 * Spiek

Story
"Alright, fellas, would you kindly take the bag off their heads?" One of the men asked his "fellas".

"Yeah yeah. Still don't know why you brought a dozen down here, boss." Another man growled

"Each one of these mobians has a part to play. There are as many as we need."

The sacks were tossed off simultaneously, revealing the whole room to the captives. It was a large lab. Some disfigured bodies litter the white tile floor as blood seeps through the cracks. The captives were right to assume the liquid they were in was blood. The first man who seemed to command the lot was a mobian hawk with dark purple quills and a surprisingly friendly face. He wore a torn white sleeveless T-shirt and black trousers tucked into his boots. He held a bloody amputator blade in one hand and a notebook in the other.

"Pleased to meet you all, or I'm pleased you finally met me while you're not poisoned with chloroform rags. Cobalt Anderson, at your service." He announced as he bowed.

One of the subjects, a wolf with yellow lightning scars, looked up at the man named Anderson. He seemed fearful...

The other wolf next to him, however, this one with cyan scars, stared defiantly at Anderson. "Why did your goons take us from our homes?!" she demanded hotly.

Solomon, a brick red bobcat, also shared this wolf's hostility. "Yeah! I'm not a huge fan of being kidnapped and bound with a sack on my head!"

One of the individuals was a long furred, dark purple hedgehog. His many quills were a matted mess and his violet eyes exchanged glares between glares between his captors. As much as he focused his Gyrokinetic abilities, they ceased to function. Perhaps it was a result of losing consciousness for however long. Still, these individuals were lucky the hedgehog chose not to go on the attack as he determined it wouldn't be wise and he'd likely get himself killed.

In another section of the room was a sky blue creature with an odd assortment of wolf and bat attributes. A look of terror was spread across Twilight's visage as the bag was taken off and the harsh surrounding became known to the cyan hybrid. His golden fearful eyes darted around in an effort to piece together at least a little bit of what was happening. It didn't seem there were any clues, and that these individuals had the most malevolent of intentions.

"You guys seem uncomfortable." Cobalt started. "Look, I want a change in venue as much as the next guy, but while the others get their bearings, I'll just go ahead and say that you may have noticed any powers you have don't work here. At least not in the room. This area is filled with a gas that negates mobian powers, much like an airborne inhibitor ring. I won't explain much else till your friends awake from their forced slumber, which I regret having to do..."

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that!" the female wolf replied, and pointed her palm at Cobalt, about to fire an energy blast... but nothing came out. "What the?! Come on, WORK! I need zappy powers now!" she said disbelievingly.

"...he may be right," the male wolf said suddenly.

"I mean no harm to you lovely folks. I can't see why you want to electrocute me." Cobalt sounded genuinely hurt. "I just need your help, but you need to wait patiently till your pals come to." He said as he lit a cigarette.

The female wolf just stood there, grumbling to herself. The male, on the other hand, relaxed slightly.

"Sorry about my sis," he said. "She can get a bit nasty when she's angry."

"I too apologize." The bobcat said.

"It's fine. It's fine." Cobalt said exhaling some smoke.

A second female wolf got up and shook her head. She picked up the unconscious fish next to her and slung him onto her shoulder. "Where are we...?" She asked herself.

"The bird over there, Cobalt, keeps saying to wait for the others to wake up. I guess that means we have nothing else to do but chat." The bobcat suggested.

"Nice choice of a chatroom." Cobalt announced.

"I guess I'll start -ew. A severed arm- ok. My name is Solomon, Solomon the Bobcat!"

In another side of the room, sat a Dragon hybrid. He seemed to look human, but he seemed to have wolf ears and a short Wolf tail similar to one of a Mobian Wolf. His spiky hair was a white colour, with his eyes being a dark red. It was noted he had blue markings on both of his arms and under both of his eyes. He also seemed to have a rather large pair of red coloured wings, with a spike ontop of each. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with a red trenchcoat and grey pants.

The interested Dragon hybrid looked over at the group, before turning away to look at Cobalt. "So, uh, where are we?" He asked sighing. He wanted to know what was going on.

A brown porcupine leaned against a wall, arms folded and looking at the blood on the floor, He wasn't pissed off or afraid, he was just confused, "...Sigh...What have I got myself into now?"

A white and black arctic fox with ice blue hair and violet eyes woke up and seemed to not be paying much attention to the people who were surrounding her. She simply stared down in shock with her ears drooped at the blood on the floor. A low growl could be heard rising from her throat as she slowly looked up and glanced around the room.

"Well, it seems most of you are up, so I'll go ahead and tell you a few things," Cobalt started. "First off, you're in an underground lab unknown to most of the world known as The Sandbox. It is aptly named for what occurred here. Scientists would be sent down here with their toys and build, create, and invent new technologies. Every once in a while, some world defense organization, GUN I think, would retrieve them. During one of the retrievals, the men who came down here never came back up. You could imagine those people are myself and my men. The comma were dark, so we came in here armed. What we found" Cobalt gestured to the room. "was this, the result of science not bound by any set of standards. Freaks roam the halls outside this room, freaks of all kinds. I used the last long distance call I could make to have agents retrieve you due to your set of skills and powers. Your mission is to clear these labs so we can find a way to both retrieve any data and escape. Any questions?"

"Why do you need us specifically?" the male wolf piped up. "Can't you just get some soldiers or something to clear this place out?"

"Yeah, I would agree with the wolf there." The hybrid said, looking over at the wolf.

"The answer to that is on the other side of this door." After Cobalt said this, he pressed a button near the door next to it and it swung open. It led to a large closet full of the dead bodies of soldiers, mangled, cut open, or just disgusting. "That is why, my friend. This team I gathered was tailor made for this mission. And I'm sorry, but you don't have much of a choice. It is for this reason you all will be paid one million rings each for your trouble. Understand?"

The male wolf promptly shut up at the sight of the bodies. His sister did the same, her hands covering her mouth as she stood there, shocked.

"I can do this myself, I don't need teammates." The hybrid said grinning. He seemed confident about this.

The arctic fox felt as if her heart had suddenly stopped upon looking at the corpses in the closet. She knelt with her mouth agape, silent, for a moment, before an audible snarl could be heard coming from her. She wanted to try to speak but couldn't even think of anything to say.

The brown porcupine walked towards the Cobolt. "What do we have to do again?"

Twilight continued to shiver in fear, although it seemed he was gradually settling down a tiny bit after a number of sighs. There was a couple familiar faces in here, one of which was a close friend. He shot a concerned look at the arctic fox, noticing how troubled she looked. The sight of the bodies weren't too much of a bother for the Lycalo, as he had woken up to far worse by his own undoing. His golden eyes then directed themselves to Cobalt, wondering exactly what he needed. There wen't any specifications just yet, but considering a few have asked already, he decided to remain silent and get to his feet, stretching his sore body out.

Cobalt face palmed after hearing the porcupine. "It is simple. I'll lead you to a door that goes down into the main hub. The place is infested with teat subjects. Clear them out and use the hub to gain access to every part of the facility. I'll keep in contact with you with these short wave radios. These don't have good range, so stick together." Cobalt paused and directed his attention to the hybrid. "You will need all the help you can get. If you believe otherwise, you are an arrogant fool."

Gravtiton continued to stare undeterred at the events that unfolded, even with the mound of bodies being revealed. So it seemed this person needed some assistance and was willing to pay handsomely for such help. Of course, the hedgehog found little need for money and had found this to be a waste of his time.

"And if we refuse?" the gravity wielder asked defiantly as he stood up, as if he didn't care about the potential consequences. He wasn't one to take orders, even if his existence seemed to have no purpose so far. This surely wasn't it he thought.

"Well, I did knock you out and kidnap you, the most powerful beings on GUN's database. Besides, the only way out from here is an elevator that was destroyed in the most recent attack. The only other way out is deep within the lab, which is crawling with mutated and mechanically enhanced freaks. If you want to rot here without your powers, be my guest."

Solomon, who has been standing in the corner listening, decided to speak up. "He has a point, my good mobian." He told the gravity wielder. "I hate this situation as much as you, but we have no choice."

The arctic fox slowly stood up and took several deep breaths. She was more than used to seeing gore and being covered in blood, but she was never really a big fan of it. "So..." She finally spoke. "We can get out of here if we kill a bunch of mutants and stuff... Just making sure, but will our powers work when we're doing that?"

"This room is one of the few that has been contaminated. Monsters avoid rooms with this gas. That's why we like it here. Consider rooms like these as safe zones." Cobalt explained.

"...so as long as we stay in these 'safe zones'," the male energykinetic started.

"...we're safe, but powerless?" his sister finished.

"You're safe as long as you all get along." Cobalt told them. "So don't try to kill each other!"

"I'm not usually one to start fights without good cause." Solomon said. "As long as my allies don't give me one, I'll be fine."

The blue-haired fox looked to have her composure back. She gazed over at Cobalt. "I'm typically a pacifist, ya know... And although I will fight, there are absolutely no guarentees that I'll work with anyone, but I won't kill not messed-up people. I'm a solitary person.* She crossed her arms.