Two aural presences flitted at the edge of his extra-sensory perception, eyes and upper body turning away from the student psychologist. The first, he recognized faintly. But a deep, untapped genetic memory recognized the more potent underlying aura.<br/><br/>Of course, the second he heard as much as felt. Turning back, he gave Ame a bored look. Just because he was in that room didn't mean he didn't have better things to do. "Well then, if that's all, I can find my own way back to my penthouse suite."<br/><br/>The sarcasm dripped so heavy from his words one could almost see it spill from his mouth.<br/><br/>Standing, he just glared at Gerald, silently warning the physically larger man to move. To his credit, the tall, brickhouse built black man only fidgeted slightly before sighing loudly and stepping away from the door.<br/><br/>As Ozy came up to the door, seeing...aziel? He was fairly sure that was it, being carried off, Gerald spoke low to Ozy "fuck man, wh the hell do you stay here? Everyone in the damned complex knows nothing we got could even make you feel more than an itch."<br/><br/>Ozy smirked, glad of the guards blunt honesty and replied "Oh come on Gerald. Your smarter than that. Everyone knows that all forced holding facilities need an internal hierarchy. Guards and doctors cling the the illusion of control so desperately that they will react with excessive force. To maintain it. Add in someone they can't control through drugs or fists? Now that gives the forgotten, miserable lunatics something, a myth at the least, to keep them from drowning. Notice the patient suicide and guard injury rate has dropped by more than half? Think tats a coincidence?"<br/><br/>How the hell did a patient, a supermax lockdown one at that, know all that about the lowered violence all over?!<br/><br/>Ozy chuckled softly, shaking his head before putting his palm flat to the inch thick triple bolted steel door. It looked like the kind used in bomb shelters.<br/><br/>"Boom" he staged whispered gleefully as a concussive blast tore the door straight out of the steel reinforced frame, sending it flying a good dozen feet down the hall, landing and sliding another 20 feet.<br/><br/>He could get over his phobia of these powers.<br/><br/>Definetly.<br/><br/>He moved, fast for his leg length, after the nurse carrying Aziel. The poor thing almost shrieked as he seemed to materialize right in front of the two.<br/><br/>Looking at the nurse with arms crossed, an eyebrow raised arrogantly, he bore holes through the nurses eyes.<br/><br/>"Care to tel me where the party is? Forgotten already what happens when doctor dipshit or the other old crones try to use heavy sedatives? I can guess its the same way I do when they did it to me. The other things inside us come to the surface to defend the host. Put. Her. Down. NOW!"<br/><br/>The last word vibrated the very walls of the corridor. Dust drifted down from areas neglected for years by the custodians. This was HIS castle, and the people who wore the same uniform he did, his subjects. Any good monarch watches over his people...