<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Logan</span></b></span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px">After what seemed like an eternity the pain radiating from his back and feet finally stopped. He lay crumpled against the wall right next to the door which he had stalked through earlier. His blue-grey wings covered his upper back and curled slightly around his sides. He had pretty much accepted the fact of his wings as soon as they stopped growing. After going through that much pain it was very easy to accept the reality of them. Also the fact that he had claws? Well, talons technically.<br/>
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He moaned slightly and his eyes focused in on the dark robot that had tossed him. His objectives hadn't changed. He was still trying to escape this god forsaken place. Logan scrambled upwards with some difficulty onto his talons. His plan was simply to fly across the room and stab the robot with his talons so he could then escape. He began flapping his wings and managed to actually lift himself so he was hovering about two feet in the air. That was when the door he had come through from the common room actually burst out of it's frame and partially hit his left side before clattering to the ground beside him. The effect? Logan lost his hold on the hovering and slammed forward into the ground.<br/>
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"Seriously, what the fucking hell is wrong with this place?" Logan yelled.</span></span><br/><br/><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Scenario Training Room compromised. Initiating security protocols. </span></span></i><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Security protocols? What-<br/>
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Then the robot began shooting laser beams out his hands over top of Logan's head and through the door frame and some of the spaces surrounding it. </span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">Mala</span></b></span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Hilda had decided to run off after the dark haired man. Mala didn't try and dissuade her from that course of action, because the younger woman had a point. None of them should be alone. They didn't know anything after all especially about where they were. Mala shook her head at the man who was asking if this was a prank show. <br/>
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"I don't think this is a show. I mean, there was the whole fancy intercom thing in my room, but no cameras. Well, none that I could see anyway." she replied. <br/>
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The young woman wasn't sure if the man was even listening to her. He seemed to be in almost a state a shock. The no memories thing must have just caught up with him. She opened her mouth to try and reassure him that things were going to be okay, but closed it when he ran off after the two others who had disappeared. Mala took off after them. She jogged slightly behind the man not quite being able to keep pace with them.<br/>
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She arrived in the common room. It was furnished with some pretty nice looking furniture. The thoughts of the nice looking furniture flew out the window once she caught site of Hilda's glowing hands and the doorway shooting forward into the next room when the young woman had pushed the door. Mala's eyes widened in concern and she picked up her speed to join Hilda.<br/>
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"Did you...?"Mala asked, gesturing towards the door. She never quite finished the question. Her eyes had landed on the dark haired man that had run off earlier, who was in the next room, and had....wings? Was this what had been meant by special skills?</span></span><br/><br/><i><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Scenario Training Room compromised. Initiating security protocols.</span></span></i><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">It was then that the robot started firing the lasers. Shit, shit, shit. Mala forcefully grabbed Hilda and pulled her downwards towards the floor. She turned her head back towards the other man.<br/>
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"Down!" Mala screamed, gesturing with her hand.</span></span>