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Name: Gryphon Kishitani
Age: 23
Personality: Tricky and Prankster-type.
Gender: Male
Other: He's extremely lithe and agile. He keeps small bombs hidden inside of his scarf. The impact from the bombs isn't too much, but it still does damage and stuns those who're impacted. He also carries injection needles with Succinylcholine in them, but only uses them in dire situations.


Name: Donovan Phonic
Age: 19
Personality: Blunt, Rude, and Violent.
Gender: Male
Other: He's the leader of a popular color gang called 'The Brown Fangs.' He's ruthless, and because of that he got too violent during a fight and ended up 'supposedly' killing someone. He was caught by the police at that time and thrown into prison. The other gang members are trying to figure out how to break him out of jail.


Name: Cammie "Cam"
Age: 24
Personality: Blunt, somewhat psychosomatic, violent
Gender: Female
Other: (There's alot more details to her design, I'm improvising.) Cammie is a delinquent from a highschool. However, she also had a hobby of murder.


Name: Valencia
Age: 21
Personality: Smart, Doesn't talk too much, but very rude.
Gender: Female
Other: Once a kindhearted high school student, but was accused of killing an upperclassman even though she was innocent. She was thrown into jail, and that made her rage. Valencia is determined to break out, and once she does, she will take revenge.
Eye Color: Violet
*Bluecrest


Name: Tidus Willow
Age: 28
Personality: perhaps too light-hearted at times. Tidus prefers to work behind scenes and doesn't like drawing a lot of attention to himself. always strolls around with a small nearly ethereal smile on his face. when angered, the smile doesn't go away but Tidus does sound threatening.
Gender: male
Other: Tidus has dabbled in drug sales, kidnapping incidents, hacking governmental information facilities and much more. he's mostly in for sexual assault though. Tidus has also committed several... interesting murders that haven't been solved. some of the crime scenes have been tied to satanism and some to pure psychopathy.
Eye Color: silvery blue-ish
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Name: Youth
Age: 24
Personality: A trigger-happy bipolar bitch. She usually pushes herself into conversations if they include her, or someone shes knows. She is extremely smart, but usually never talks about that.
Gender: Female
Other: Youth had been arrested for stealing, and drug dealing. She was also known as a stalker since childhood. On a related note, when she was little, she had the biggest craving for stabbing stuffed animals, toys, and plants.
Eye Color: Glossy Blue.
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"So, got any bright ideas, Gryphon?"
The black-furred mouse shook his head. A mouse with golden-blonde hair spat on the ground, leaving a dark spot. "We are getting out of here, though?"
Gryphon vigorously nodded his head. He mostly did it to stay off of the delinquent's bad side.
"Calm your ass, Cam. We're going to get out. Gryphon's an escape artist, basically enough." Gryphon recognized the voice of his cellmate, Donovan. The brown-furred mouse's light-green eyes pierced the shadows that he'd concealed himself in. Cammie grunted and sat down on one of the wooden benches that served as beds. The gray walls were dull, with ivy growing in from a nearby window that barely provided light. Spider webs littered the corners of the cell and under the benches.
"Well, the prison's security is really tight..." Gryphon muttered, tapping his forehead with the eraser side of the pencil in his paw. Cammie's vision wandered and settled on an old hatchet casually leaned against the wall near the left corner of the room. Her eyes lit up.
"You can use it when we break out," Gryphon offered, "I don't really have any use for it."
Donovan stepped out of the shadows. His matted brown fur wasn't any sight to behold, nor were the scars that littered his back and arms from being beaten by the wardens for skipping work or something similar. The blood around the cuts was dried and crusted to the edges of the scars.
"Right. So about that map you're working on..."
"...Cam's taking care of most of that. She has more access than us, because she's been here the longest." Donovan started scrawling on the wall with a piece of chalk that Gryphon had provided earlier in the meeting. The layout on the wall was what they knew so far of the prison that they were held in. Cammie's access privileges were definitely useful, and, slowly but surely, they were creating means of escape.

“...This job makes me feel like a tyrant.”
“That’s an understatement, coming from you, Chief.”
“Can it, Flann.” The warden sighed, looking at his coworker. “No need to add insult to injury.”
“Right, Chief. Sorry.”
“They look so miserable. Especially that Kishitani kid.”
Lacrima looked up from the computer he’d been typing away at. “Kishitani?”
“Your brother.”
A shadow flickered in Lacrima’s eyes. “We’re still trying to get his sentence cleared up, right? We know it was a framing, but taking things to court takes so long…”
The warden nodded uneasily. “He doesn’t know you work here, either.”
“Not sure if that’s for better or worse.”
“Hell if I know.”
The tech supporter sighed, loading up a security cam. “You’re right, Chief. He does look miserable. His cellmate, too. What’s with all the scars?”
“That wasn't me. You know how he can get.”
Lacrima shivered. “I thought you stopped assigning him to prisoners.”
“He was assigned to Kishitani’s cellmate before I stopped. I tried to tell him to quit whipping the kid, but he doesn’t listen.”
“Isn’t he assigned to that other kid, too? The one with the cobalt glasses?”
Flann cut in. “I think he’s afraid of that one. Maybe it’s the vibe he gives off. Either way, the glasses kid never gets whipped. By any overseer, for that matter.”
“Icar, too?” The Chief asked, raising an eyebrow.
Flann nodded.
“Sheesh. I’ve never seen Icar afraid of anyone.”
“Or anything, for that matter.” Lacrima was typing again. “But if not only Icar, but he, too, is afraid of the glasses prisoner, than that’s saying something. Maybe he’s more dangerous than we realized.”
“How did he get locked up, anyways?” Flann asked curiously, twirling a piece of blonde hair around his claw.
“We’re not entirely sure what happened at the scene.” Lacrima answered. “There was an explosion. Left in the ruins was that prisoner. He confessed that had indeed been him that set off the explosion, and him who had planted it. I haven’t heard him say a word since, and he usually doesn’t care for any of the food or chores that he gets or does.”
“An enigma?” Flann pressed.
“I tried to find information on him, but we couldn’t even figure out his name. There’s no records about him whatsoever. Some of the overseers call him that - Enigma.”
Flann’s eyes widened. “So you can’t even properly take him to court?”
“Not until we figure out his name.” Lacrima’s eyes were still focused on the computer screen. He hadn’t looked at Flann throughout the entire conversation.
“Hey, Chief.”
The warden looked at Lacrima. “Yeah?”
“Vey is moving again.”
“You mean that high-school delinquent?”
“Yeah. Cammie Vey.”
“Where to?”
“Kishitani’s cell.”
In the cell, the camera pointed away from the map on the wall. Lacrima couldn’t see it at all. “They keep walking up to the far wall. I think it’s the one that the canvas cover is always over?”
Flann shrugged. “Why would Vey visit them in the first place?”
“They might be friends, or something. They sit at the same lunch table, always across or next to each other.”
The door creaked open, grabbing everyone’s attention. A lanky mouse walked in, with fur black as night. His golden eyes focused on the Chief.
“Yuhei. Nice to see you.”
Yuhei nodded, his blonde hair hanging in over his eyes. It was untidy and quickly brushed to look somewhat presentable.
“No uniform?”
“I’m off today.”
“Right. Then why’re you here?”
“Curiosity? I’m not quite sure myself. I just woke up this morning and thought, ‘I should visit the prison.’”
“Why am I not surprised? You always have the weirdest reasons for doing things.”
Yuhei shrugged, sitting down in a chair next to Lacrima. He propped his legs up onto the desk, a little ways away from the keyboard Lacrima was still typing on. The tech support mouse rolled his eyes and continued focusing on the programming of multiple security cameras that were yet to be installed.
“Flick back to that last camera.”
“What?”
“Flick back.”
Lacrima did as Yuhei asked. “Look. At the shadows.”
Lacrima squinted at the screen. Indeed, there was something there.
“The hell?” The tech supporter looked frustrated.
“Looks like a mouse.” Yuhei commented nonchalantly.
“I can’t tell.”
The shadow flickered from view.
“Check the next camera in that direction,” Yuhei ordered. “2B.”
Lacrima obeyed. The form was closer in the camera this time. Long black hair fell over its shoulders.
“A female?” Lacrima queried.
“Perhaps.”
Now both the Chief and Flann were gathered around Lacrima and Yuhei.
“There’s a belt strap of some sort. A pistol and knife.” Flann noted, scribbling it down on a notepad along with ‘long black hair.’
The female’s face turned to the security camera. She grimaced, just seconds before shorting it out with a stun gun.
However, the damage had already been done. The Chief’s face was pale as snow.
“You see that? How many weapons does she have?” Flann gaped, scribbling ‘Stun gun’ on his notepad.
Lacrima started flicking through security cameras. Half of them were either shorted out or showed no suspicious characters with long black hair trailing over their shoulders.
“Hey - Chief?”
Yuhei’s attention was on his boss.
“That girl,” The Chief started, “is my daughter.”
“She’s what now?!” Lacrima shot, his eyes flying wide open.
“My daughter,” the Chief repeated. “No mistakes. She has a horrid burn scar on the right side of her face. Her right eye socket is empty, too. After she left the hospital, I never saw her again. Yet, here she is - breaking into my prison. But for what reason?”
Lacrima had the speaker-system up now. He almost spoke when he realized Gryphon might recognize his voice and handed the microphone to Yuhei.
“Prisoners, return to your cells at once. Commencing lockdown.”
-=-
“...Commencing lockdown.”
“That’s an unusual call.”
Donovan was running alongside Gryphon, not wanting to get in trouble. Although, he still had the hoe from the fields in his grip. They reached their cell just as Cammie passed by them on the way to her own. Gryphon closed the door and slid the bolt shut.
“I didn’t know you could lock yourself in the cell, Gryph.”
“I can unlock it, too, if they don’t lock it with the key.”
The Overseers came by and locked all the cells for sure with the keys. Gryphon’s sight kept trailing to the other prisoners, locked in cells on the other side of the room. First, the kid with the cobalt glasses. Another prisoner with multiple burn scars. Another with still-bleeding whip scars, probably from the same overseer that was assigned to Donovan. There was yet another one with a missing eye. Gryphon felt a pit of fear in his stomach, like an unsettled meal.
Then, suddenly, a female figure appeared in front of the cell door.

Gryphon stared at her. The burn scar on the side of her face was horrifying, as and the empty eye socket wasn’t helping. Gryphon backed against the far wall, as far away from her as possible. She looked insulted.
“I’m getting you out of here. The least you could do is cooperate.”
The prisoner glanced at Donovan, who was walking towards her. Mentally, the palm of his paw was slammed against his face.
“Gryphon, c’mon.” Donovan said after the door had swung open. “Might as well take the chance while we have it.”
Gryphon reluctantly followed his friend out of the jail cell. The door swung shut and the lock clanked as the female twisted the key into the keyhole.
“Where did you get keys, anyway? Only our particular overseers have the keys to our cell.”
“Dad’s the warden,” She said as she went around unlocking other cells. Donovan and Gryphon followed her. “He has copies of all the cell keys. All I had to do was take them.”
Gryphon couldn’t deny her bravery. To go against an overseer was one thing, but the warden… That was something he didn’t want to think about.
So he didn’t. Instead, he followed the black-haired female around the complex, unlocking cells and coaxing other mice to follow them. Until…
“You’d be smart to stop what you’re doing right now and put your hands up.”
Gryphon instantly turned around to meet the eyes of none other than the warden himself. His one visible eye flew open, and he immediately complied with the order. The warden looked at him approvingly.
That’s when the warden said something that the prisoner wouldn’t have expected.
“Kishitani, come with me. The rest of you, get back to your cells. Mizaki, you’re coming, too.”
The female’s shoulders drooped and she walked up beside Gryphon. Flames of anger still raged in her eyes, but she could do nothing surrounded by prisoner overseers.
We shouldn’t have thought it would be that easy. Gryphon bit his lip as he followed the warden away. It’s never that easy in anime or books, is it? No. I’m stupid, so stupid.
---
The warden’s office had a strange warmth to it that made Gryphon feel awkwardly welcome. It was strange, because the rest of the prison seemed cold as ice.
The Chief closed the door gently, then turned to Gryphon and Mizaki. Rage flared in his eyes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Mizaki?!”
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” The warden’s daughter replied coldly.
“Releasing criminals out into the world?!”
“Kishitani was framed. So was his cellmate.”
“Everyone else are criminals!”
“They don’t deserve to rot.”
“Where’s your sense of justice?!”
Mizaki laughed. “What sense of justice?”
The Chief snorted angrily.
Gryphon jumped in, his voice monotonous. “If she were anyone else, you would’ve killed her, right?”
“What are you talking about?”
“She’s your daughter. That’s the only reason she’s still alive, right? Anyone else who dared a stunt like this would be killed.” Gryphon held back a chuckle. “You’ve gone soft. When I first met you, you were ready to tear anyone limb from limb. But that was before the fire, right?”
“Where did you get this information?!” The Chief looked genuinely angry, so unlike him after the disaster had happened. He also looked afraid, which Gryphon could see.
“Your house burnt down less than a month ago. Your daughter was nearly-gravely injured and vanished during the fire. You thought she had died. Then, you saw her face in the paper. Her named was written in the paper as an alias, so you didn’t recognize her then. A coworker of yours did. You’ve been looking for her. Here she is, but she didn’t come back for you.”
Mizaki looked surprised, which Gryphon didn’t expect, although he suspected she was acting. The Chief was more scared than the convict had been only moments ago.
“She came back for me.”
“What are you talking about?!”
“Before I was arrested,” The prisoner began, “Your daughter and I were in the same class. I don’t think she knew it, but she grew attached to me after I lost my eye. Maybe it was the Florence Nightingale effect, as she did take care of me for a short while. I was fifteen, your daughter sixteen. It was a mutual feeling.”
“How do you know all this?” The Chief’s voice was shaking, but he still held some calmness.
“If I told you, he wouldn’t be happy.”
“Who?”
“It’s a secret.”
The Chief’s fist flew at Gryphon’s face. The prisoner slid to the side and elbowed the warden in the side. He doubled over as Gryphon landed a kick to the stomach.
“I didn’t really want to attack you,” Gryphon began. He chuckled slightly, in a joking manner. “But I was provoked.”
Anger flared in the warden’s eyes.
“Don’t try again - it’ll end similarly. I’m stronger than I like to let on. I can tell you’re losing control, though. Maybe you should take anger management?”
The warden stumbled to his feet and swung a loose punch at Gryphon. He leapt back and landed neatly on his feet a few inches away, leaving the stumbling warden punching at the air.
“Let’s not make this difficult.”
“You damn convicts-”
“I was framed, and you know it.”
However, the warden’s actions gave Gryphon a feeling of unease. It settled in the pit of his stomach like a ball of mangled, matted hair. He had this feeling like the warden wasn’t the one controlling his own actions. Eni wouldn’t do that, though. That’s a darker force of sorts. But who…?
“Mizaki, you get the hell out of here. The prison, I mean. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
The she-mouse whimpered disagreement, but Gryphon gave her a look that ordered ‘Shut up and run already’ and she did so. Gryphon stomped on the Chief’s paw angrily.
“How. Dare. You.”
The warden let out a wail as bones shattered in the center of his paw. He couldn’t deny that the teenager had tremendous strength. “What-What’d I do?!”
“You stopped looking for her.” Gryphon’s eyes narrowed. Usually he would conceal something like a crush, but rage was coiled along with the unnerve in his gut. The Chief he knew wouldn’t give up that easily - three months and Eni’s information had told him that.
“You’ve got alot to answer for, Chief.”
“Gryphon-”
The prisoner glanced at the doorway as a new voice entered the conversation. The fur around his face seemed tinted as he went pale. Staring into his own eyes was none other than Lacrima Kishitani, the prisoner’s brother.
“...stop. Please. This isn’t like you.”
“Three months does something to a person, you know.” Gryphon’s voice was cold. He lifted his foot from the Chief’s paw and took a few steps toward his brother. Anger and despair floated like bubbles ready to burst in the prisoner’s good eye. The warden sat against a nearby wall, cradling his broken paw.
“Three months? Gryphon, it’s been a year.”
“...” The prisoner was silent. Shock racked his body like lightning bolts. Amnesia? No… Eni probably would’ve told me. I counted three months…
“There’s a… miscalculation… in your story.”
“Tell me what it is, o’ great one.” Gryphon jeered snidely.
“You were in the fire, too.” Lacrima was shaking. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
Gryphon’s fur seemed to turn completely white, like ash-covered snow. His chest suddenly felt hollow, like his heart had been torn out of its rightful place there.
“...Dead? I’m dead?” Gryphon’s paws brushed against a nearby desk. They didn’t phase through it or anything ghostly of the sort.
“Supposed to be.” Lacrima corrected. “I only have theories, but…”
“Tell me.” Gryphon ordered angrily.
“The most probable,” the older brother began quietly, “Is that someone brought you back to life.”
“What do you mean?” Gryphon muttered in question, his good eye glaring at the form of his sibling. Confusion, pain, anger, and desperation lingered in the gray depths.
“With a curse. Black magic, or something. That would explain… That would explain Cloudy’s disappearance, too.”
Gryphon went cold at the name. Cloudy had been their younger sister, who vanished shortly after the fire. Gryphon last saw her in the hospital, half-transparent. He’d guessed she’d died at the fire trying to get Gryphon and Mizaki out. Now everything made sense.
She used black magic to revive me, and in turn gave her own life. Gryphon thought despairingly. How come it’s because of me that everyone dies?!

The seconds of silence that ticked by felt like an eternity of torturous quiet. Gryphon ran a claw over a familiar scar on his face, back from his days in school. He had to move his paw away to stop the temptation to rip it open again.
Cloudy. His poor little sister, who disappeared when she was eight and Gryphon fifteen. Chances were now that she was dead, due to black magic. Gryphon was dead, if not - almost, and little Cloudy revived him. How, in the name of the Shaman Princess, did she get her paws on knowledge of Black Magic? It was practically erased from existence after the Sorcerer's Council was broken up. I know that some sorcerers are still alive, but…
The prisoner was dizzy, and he stumbled on his feet a bit before falling backwards.
“Gryphon, c’mon. Get up.” Lacrima offered a paw to his brother, but Gryphon pulled away. He glared through worried eyes.
First, the high school bursts into flames, killing three people. Then, Mizaki is almost killed by a raging fire. Next, Cloudy’s life in exchange for mine. Who else will die or nearly die because of me? I’m like a token of bad luck.
“-Gryphon? Gryph?”
The prisoner turned around with relieved eyes as Donovan burst through the door to the warden’s office. He was scratched, dusty, and bleeding, so Gryphon guessed he’d used the ventilation shafts.
“Donovan, what are you doing here?”
“Getting your ass out of here. I heard loud clangs and thuds and I thought they were beating you to a pulp.”
“It was basically the other way around.” Gryphon nodded towards the silent warden, still cradling his broken paw. “He’s pathetic.” He wouldn’t have attacked me like that if some dark force hadn’t been propelling him. It’s off of his aura now…
Donovan looked at Lacrima menacingly, but Gryphon merely shook his head. He pulled a smoke bomb from his scarf and pressed a button on it, enlarging the mechanical sphere. It started to release a thick cloud of smoke. Gryphon tapped on Donovan’s shoulder and they ran through the exit of the office, heading towards Eni’s cell.
-=-
“Eni! You’ve got some explaining to do.” The cobalt-glasses prisoner looked up as Gryphon angrily stormed into his cell.
“Yes? What is it?”
“There’s a lot you haven’t told me.”
“But you’ve learned that now, am I correct?”
“How do I know there’s nothing else?”
“Perceptive, you are. Younger adults like you usually are, though.”
“I died, didn’t I? That’s why Cloudy is missing?”
Eni simply nodded.
“Is there a way to get her back?”
“Worrying about that is something you should do after you escape, but yes. There is a way to rescue your little sister.”
Gryphon bit his lip.
“I’ll tell you only after we break out.”
Gryphon was enraged, but he forced his anger down. His gnarled, slightly overgrown claws dug into more familiar scars, this time in his palms. Blood leaked onto the floor, staining the prisoner’s fur and claw tips.
“I know you want answers. Now isn’t the time.”
Gryphon merely shook his head and left the cell, leaving a thin trail of blood behind him.
Donovan sighed and sat down. “What are we going to do now?”
Eni poked Donovan in the side playfully. “We wait. That’s all we can do.”
“You know, you’ve got a lot more personality than people say you do.”
“That happens when you never talk to anyone.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because I learn the pasts of those I do.”
“How?”
“It comes to me, like a flood. I know what happened to them - if they were abused, or if they committed a crime but didn’t really want to. I know what their intentions might be, or if they’re ready to sacrifice themselves for someone else.”
“Like... Cloudy?” Donovan approached the subject carefully.
“Yes, exactly like Cloudy. I met her long before her brother and I were ever in prison. She sternly said, despite my warnings; ‘I would give up my life for Lacrima or Gryphon. They’ve done far more for me than I could ever do for them.’ The girl had been using black magic ever since she was merely four years old. I was terrified, but at the same time intrigued.”
“Got any other mythical powers I should know about?” Donovan teased.
“Maybe.” Eni stuck his tongue out a bit and grinned. Donovan chuckled.
“You remind me of someone I used to know, back when the Brown Fangs were more active than they are now.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep. The kid said he was immortal. He had these freaky powers and everything.”
“What kinds of powers?”
“Summoning things out of thin air, for one. Telekinesis for another.”
“I see.” Eni laughed slightly. “No parlor tricks with that kid, then.”
“Best damn magician I’d ever seen. I believed him, too, once he started telling me about exactly what happened during the Shaman War. It was like reading a history book, but with a hella lot more detail. Not only that, but he did summon things I’d tell him to out of thin air. I’m one hundred percent sure he wasn’t lying.”
“You sure he wasn’t just a shaman?”
“He didn’t have the markings, or the feathers, and he summoned more than boxes and boards. Cheese, skulls, cabinets, umbrellas - you name it, he could summon it.”

---

An Immortal, huh? Isn’t that something.
The thought occurred to Tidus as he listened from above in a ventilation shaft. He had to admit that he had a particular dislike for the small dusty corridors, but neither of the girls would do it so he’d taken it upon himself to spy upon the other gang of prisoners that were supposedly planning an escape. The prisoner studied a lock of crystal-white hair and frowned upon the dust the littered it. He tried to keep himself clean, as did some of the other prisoners, but it was difficult with the conditions they were provided. Slowly, the grey-furred mouse snuck back to his own cell through the ventilation shafts. He landed neatly on the floor to meet the eyes of two girls - his partners in escape, Valencia and Youth.
“You’re back, Tidus.” Youth said, rather unenthusiastically. Then again, Tidus thought, she almost never had emotion in her tone.
“Yay.~” Valencia cheered quietly. Unlike the other girl, her eyes lit up as Tidus fell back into the room. What the grey-furred mouse hadn’t expected was the shadow lurking in the corner of the cell.
“I can see you, you know, so you might as well come out now.” The white-haired mouse called, turning his head towards the shadows of the cell. A form emerged and became much clearer in the light.
“You’re quite perceptive.” He commented as he studied Tidus. “I commend you for finding me so easily.”
The grey-furred mouse could see the uninvited guest easily now. He didn’t look like much of a threat - Fluffy, bright-pink hair similar to threads of cotton candy and darker pink eyes that lit with excitement. Tidus decided he was probably quite childish, although the tone of his voice seemed to argue otherwise.
“Who are you?” Tidus asked in a strict, no-prisoners-taken sort of tone.
“Randall March.” The male replied, narrowing his fuschia-colored eyes. “I can tell, by the way you think, that you know who - or, rather, what - I am, yes?”
Tidus’s eyes widened, just slightly. An… Immortal? Could this person really be one of them? Valencia or Youth didn’t seem to notice him at all…
“Ah - you’re correct. Indeed.”
“I didn’t know that Randall was lurking in the corner like that.” Valencia explained quietly. “I didn’t hear any noise or breathing. It’s like he was actually a shadow.”
“I thought I sensed someone - their aura, or something. I just figured you were getting back soon.” Youth muttered, narrowing her crystal-blue eyes at Randall. “I didn’t think a cotton-candy boy was in our cell.”
“Ha. That’s not the worst nickname I’ve received.” The white-furred mouse teased, chuckling. He threw a mint at Youth. “For amusing me, you get a prize.~”
Youth stared at the mint in surprise. It’d been awhile since any prisoner had seen candy, of all things. Tidus sighed and met Randall’s fuschia gaze.
“How do I know you’re really one of them - an Immortal?” He whispered, so the girls couldn’t hear.
“Need something?~” Randall teased. “Anything at all?”
Tidus shrugged. “So, I know you can summon things. That mint you gave to Youth - that was summoned?”
Randall nodded. “Although, I usually carry candy with me all the time.”
“Alright… something discreet, that you’d find in a prison cell. Moss, cobwebs?”
The Immortal boy nodded again. In his paws appeared what Tidus had named - a bundle of moss in the left, a tangle of cobwebs in the right.
“Out of thin air…” The grey-furred prisoner muttered, in awe. His eyes only showed the slightest hint of surprise. Randall nodded and tossed the cobwebs into the air. They scattered around the cell, discreet and now seemingly invisible. He threw the moss into the back corner of the room where he’d once been standing.
“Are you in here, too? An inmate?” Youth finally queried, tired of the quiet talk between her leader and the newcomer. The scent of mint was heavy on her breath now.
Randall nodded, his fluffy pink hair bobbing gently as he did so. “By accident. I was framed along with the Brown Fangs leader. I haven’t found him yet, though.”
“Do you blame him? The leader of the Brown Fangs?”
“Nope. It was a framing - that I know for sure. I can read minds.” Randall tapped his forehead. Valencia’s mouth gaped slightly.
“Really?” The pink-furred mouse asked, her eyes wide and excited.
“Uh-huh.”
“What am I thinking about right now?”
“That prom day back in high school. You were jealous of Gryphon Kishitani and Mizaki Volley, because your date kept leaving to talk with his friends.”
“Woah. You’re good.”
“No parlor tricks here.~”
“This is great and all,” Youth muttered, “but why are you here? You still haven’t told us that.”
“I want to help you.”
“Help us what?”
“Escape, obviously.”