<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Spiral3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Spiral<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Rikers Island Mutant Cell<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In char pic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mystique, Silver Samurai, Others in earshot<br/><hr/><br/>The figure sits in the shadows of a cell with some really crappy lighting... One would think with the money put into this prison they could at least put some good lights in the damn cell. Perhaps it was because that she was in the cell the woman muses. She had a real name once... She used to be known as Rita Wayword or Ricochet Rita back in her days as a stunt woman. Now that life was in a long forgotten past with the exception of the Mutant Longshot that got her into this mess in the first place. The only name she recognizes now is that of Spiral the six armed time dancer of death.<br/><br/>The was no wondering about how she got to Rikers Prison... Spiral allowed herself to be captured and brought to where she could have some peace and quiet while she thinks. A sadistic grin passes over bright purple lips. The fools thought of her as a mutant and the stupid inhibitors that were supposed to take her powers did not work. Spiral was a being of magical powers and through Mojo was physically as well as mentally modified. The process drove her into insanity because of her mind being forcibly evolved, but able to see into the dimensions needed for her to teleport and time travel. However Mojo has long since grown tired of her and stripped her of the ability to travel to other realities so she was stuck on Earth 616... The problem now was that Spiral had no clue what to do with herself.<br/><br/>The last time Spiral had grown bored with no direction, she went into a different reality and came close to conquering it. It was only because of that worlds Cable and a handful of his X-Force members she was defeated. Her thought are then interrupted by a voice coming from some cell a ways down. It was some song on this Earth, she had heard it a couple of times. The voice singing it however left much to be desired, but at least she could not smell the stench today. Silently Spiral agreed with the Australian voice wanting someone to shut the singer up, but couldn't keep quiet herself, "Both of you shut it before Spiral removes your tongues...."<br/><br/>Then comes the sound of footsteps and still later the sound of fist meeting flesh and the thump of a falling body. The voice that comes next brings a rush of old memories and a new smile spreads across the face of the six armed woman. Rising to her feet Spiral moves to look through the bars towards Mystique as she speaks to the other two that were flapping their gums earlier. Riches? Never really interested her, but it helped to bring parts into her shop... Even as the blue skinned woman was moving to let them out of the cells, Spiral was dancing and soon enough appeared next to Mystique as cell doors started to slide open. She scowls as Mojo is brought up, but the fact stated earlier about no Xavier had her thinking, "Mojo will get his in due time... Spiral misses her purple haired play toy however."<br/><br/>Spiral moves around behind Mystique allowing a hand to come up and trail a finger along blue shoulders, before noticing the one known as the Silver Samurai. She had heard of him before and would love the chance to cross swords with him, sparring of course... Moving towards the Japanese man her hands make complicated gestures before a sword appears in one silver hand. Twirling the sword she offers it hilt first to Keniuchio... The blade is similar to a traditional samurai blade, but the metal is of unknown origin. Pure white eyes look at him, "Something tells me you could use this...."<br/><br/>Returning back towards Mystique she remembers the old days... They had worked together on the Freedom Force team and while Spiral was the most blood thirsty of the team, Raven had impressed her greatly. This gave Spiral a hefty amount of respect for Mystique and now the six armed woman had a direction as well as a goal. Reaching down with a slender arm she lifts the guard named Bob with no visible effort. A corner of her lips twists upward, "I might not have a need for money, but Spiral loves reshaping worlds." A hand gestures towards the limp guard in her grasp, "This one will be of some use... The Body Shoppe is back open and for you Raven? No charge..."