Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

A rather bare cell with all of the maximum containment acssessorys. A large set of containment shackles in the middle of the room. That kept hold of the prisoner unluckt enough to call this cell.

Rictor Mortis sat in his shackles snoring away as he had nothing much else to do in his cell. Since he had earned those containment shackles on his way here. He was ordered only to be released from his shackles to eat and use the bathroom.

Napht strode towards the cell door. A rough night and a morning that had her wanting to scoop out her eyeballs and she was ready to tackle the new day. The day where she actually had to officially meet and talk it out with the guy claiming to be her brother. She wasn't looking forward to it since he seemed to know that she had an irrational fear of the dark. She can't just shoot the guy and be done with it yeah? She exhaled heavily and knocked. Though, it sounded way too loud than necessary. "Yo, coming in," she called and entered the room.
Upon entrance, she stared at the guy and sighed once more. She needed to think a bit more positive... which was impossible. He had the disadvantage of being a criminal.

Rictor opened his eyes like out of a horror movie and looked to Napht with a just as sickening smile. "Oh hey sis you finally came to talk huh?." He asks as he looked her in her multicolored eyes. Honing in on the blue one in particular. While fidgeted in his restraints. Not to any real avail. More so just to do something to irritate her. .Was trying to walk to you earlier but your boyfriend threw water on my fire. He adds as he looked around his cell. Which was specially modified with him in mind. A thin layer of water flowing down all four walls around the cell.

Napht had her arms crossed, staring at him with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, I've come to talk," she stated frowning at how intense he seemed to be staring at her eyes. It was more irritating than him playing with the restraints he was fiddling with. She ignored his provocation, staying close by the door and the walls. She didn't want to be any closer to him than she needed to be. "I wanna know why you keep calling me sis. I don't recall having a brother that looked like he had sex with a campfire."

He stopped his fidgeting and looked around for a moment before sighing. "That was a low blow sis. At least I don't look like someone who had an intimate yet violent relationship with a circular saw." He stated before raising a brow at her with a smirk. "I call you sis because you and I used to be siblings. Though after our body parts were taken off and rearranged it was much harder to see out similarities " he stated as he pointed to his one blue eye

Napht's lip twitched a bit, she couldn't help but finding the quip slightly amusing. It was good. She could see the family resemblance if that was truly the case. Being a smartass had to be genetic. "At least I've had a proper relationship. Can't say the same with the campfire. One and done," she purred, shooting him a smirk of her own. She wasn't easy to break when it came to being a little shit.
However, her expression did grow uncharacteristically serious when he explained himself. She found herself moving closer just so she could get a proper look at his eyes. It was too surreal for her to believe quite yet. She... didn't want to acknowledge that someone related to her had to go through the same shit she had to. She couldn't even remember it all and what she could... was a fucking nightmare. Napht's brows furrowed once more, thinking way too hard once more. This week has been filled with that apparently. "If I say I believe you... How do you know I am the right one? What if I'm just made up of her body parts?"

"You are a crazy bitch. It runs in the family. We both went down separate paths. The only difference is you wanted justice and I wanted revenge." He stated before he looked to concentrate for a moment before the tips of his hair turned red for a moment. "I'm a natural red head but my fire has turned it black. Along with the rest of my body. Considering the campfire I had sex with was my own." He adds with a chuckle before looking at her with his scarred and permanently tired looking eyes. "Your other golden eye is somewhere in this prison. In another one of that places experiments head." He says with a more serious tone than he had before, mimicking his sister from moments ago.

Napht laughed, "would make sense if that's the case," she drawled, giving him a pointed look. His big entrance was enough to describe him as a crazy bitch. However, her expression darkened, "I think you're mistaken about somethings, brother" she said, straining the uncomfortable word. "I wanted to forget. The result brought me here. Damn good job it did me," she muttered sarcastically. She couldn't say she believed him still, not without definite proof. The only family she had was the old man that saved her and he was dead. To her, her family was dead.
However, those rouge tips had her doubting again. There were similarities and the possibilities that she couldn't ignore. It was just hard to accept that someone that went through the same things would resort to doing similar things to other people. However, with his joke, she managed to crack another smile. "They didn't change you for the better man, should have left before it was too late," she mildly joked. However, his face was making her own hurt and had her feeling more tired than she felt. This was heavy shit and she wasn't all for it.
However, his next statement had her full attention. Her brows furrowed and she moved closer, "You've got to be shitting me," she said. "There's no way," she declared. "You're messing with me."

Rictor shook his head and looked over to one of the cameras before looking back to her. “From what information I’ve gathered he also has a piece of me aswell. I’m not sure of what he looks like or where he even is inside the prison.” He states as he sits down on his ass causing his arms to be in quite the uncomfortable position. He never wanted to start his life of crime. He had only ever wanted to get back at the scum who hurt so many people. In the end he wasn’t even fully successful which is what pained him more than his scars ever did. “Id ask for a dna test of the two of us to prove what I say sis. Even if we are both jigsaw pieces of other people. Some parts of us might still come up.

Napht scowled, it was hard to believe that there were others that survived that place. Especially one being directly related to her. She had an actual family... "Do you know..." she drifted off, unsure how she wanted to word this. She couldn't bring herself to believe him a hundred percent. It was too fantastical. Though, considering the place she worked at, it was the most normal thing you could find, ironically. Napht shook her head and got back to the topic at hand, "What purpose was to finding out about him?" she asked, brows furrowed. She wished she could lean against the wall or something but she had no desire to get wet. Hence, she pulled up a seat and plopped herself down, leaning forward against the back of the chair. She saw looking into files in her future and she wasn't looking forward to it.
Napht shook her head, sighing as she rested her chin against the backrest of the chair. "Nah, doesn't really matter," she decided, ulterior motive definitely not involving the fact she didn't want the extra paperwork and likely file changes.
"I do have to know though," she said, her expression changing into dull irritation, "what the fuck was that entrance? Couldn't you play nice and not cause a fucking ruckus?"

Rictor was about to tell her about why his information mattered to him when she glossed over it and asked about the crash. “Well you see sis, you could imagine my distress when I’m grabbed by a group of prison white coats while I was sleeping and then pumped with enough sedatives to knockout 10 fucking elephants. After having not very good fucking experiences with that exact scenario before. Then waking up over a literal ocean of agonizing pain heading for god knows where.” He spoke with an irritated tone himself. As he looked towards her with a rather pissed off face. “Now why do you think being sedated violently like that would put me at extra distress huh?” He says pointing to both his scars and her stitches.

Napht's facial expression did not change until the very end of his explanation/rant of the events that occurred during his capture. She didn't have much sympathy for him. He wouldn't be captured if he wasn't a criminal which was something he brought upon himself. However, she understood too well why he would have reacted like that with their experience. It would have been like the past was repeating itself. Alas, that didn't change the matter at hand. His pure stupidity. "So your first thought, after all that, was to make a crash landing and hope for the fucking best?" she demanded, "suicide. After getting this far?" It pissed her off. "And I'd like to point out the fact you put up a massive fight even after recognizing who I was," she added, "I would like to call bullshit. And I am, Bullshit." Her face than curled into a snarl, "but aside from that, you wouldn't be in that situation in the first place without being a criminal. I can't condone their sick method but there wouldn't be a need if not..." she drifted off, not needing to spell it out. He was a high-level danger, so much that he was shoved in the hands of someone who could regenerate.

He looked at her with a scowl and grit his teeth at her before sighing. He looks around the cell for a minute listening to her light rant and when she stopped he looked at her with a serious face. "I enshroud this room in darkness what will you do. Will you just sit there and look me in the eye with a smile. Or will you start to break down until you are nothing more that a stiff sobbing mess. When you have a way to control that. Give me some pointers because when I get subjected to my worst fears I go into fight over flight. It's not my fault my base instinct is to fight. A real shame yours was to run. They were really unhappy when you escaped. They took it out on the only person they thought deserved it." He says as he looked her in the eyes and showed vulnerability and most of all anger.

Napht was on her feet and the chair shattering to splinters against the wall behind him. "THAT ISN'T THE POINT!" she snapped, her chest heaving as she glared down at him. "What you did almost got yourself killed! Fight or flight?! That was more of a suicide attempt. Fight against your foes all you want, I don't give a fuck, but you don't have any preservation for your own life. Do you?" she snarled though had stepped back. Both because of the threat of darkening the room but also because she was close to grabbing him by the collar and punching him in the face. "The fuck bullshit are you on anyway? I woke up in a morgue. They thought I was dead. Any anger they inflicted on you was because they were pissed at being fucking stupid," she snapped. Too angry to acknowledge his vulnerability, not when she was too riled up like this. Not when he slapped her in the face with how weak and pathetic she can be. Something she tried her best to hide. When it came to the dark, her instinct was to run. When it came to anything but her past, she faced it head on even when she shouldn't.

The chair splintering and spreading across the room did nothing more than make him tilt his head. As he heard the part preserving his life. "THIS ISN'T LIVING!" He says as he grabbed ahold of his shackles and they started to ignite in black fire. "EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE IM IN SEARING PAIN. ITS ALL I FEEL!" He yelled back at her showing more emotion than just his usual uncaring smirk. He was angry, his shackles were made of a completely fire proof metal. It would need 10 blowtorches and a laser saw to break out without a key. The very same shackles that were currently wasting away. Falling to the floor in what looked like a pile of rust. It was suppose to be able to contain his fire, but something was wrong. He stepped towards her and out of his shackles. "I could have crashed that helicopter into the sea floor. Then died a horrific death that no one would even know happened. Maybe you'd be happier knowing your dissapointment of a brother existed!" He yelled as he got real close to her looking down at her as his hair turned completely back to his natural red color. He wasn't using his fire, he wasn't attacking her. He just stood there seething as he looked her in the eye.

"Then why aren't you changing that?" Napht demanded. She was a stubborn woman with enough density to boot. She rarely bent to people whining or complaining about something earnestly, not when there were solutions. "You're free now, aren't you? You escaped those fuckers! You can make something of yourself. Sure, you don't look the prettiest but have you even tried?" she demanded. She didn't accuse him of not trying mind you, she didn't know his past but she didn't know if he even thought about it.
Napht should feel terrified right now, his cuffs that were supposed to hold-weren't. His black fire was even more terrifying but it was all due to a very significant flaw in her developed personality. She was someone who did things single-mindedly. Right now, she faced the man who was her brother. A man who had suffered more than she had, someone who was still suffering but someone she didn't want to give up on. She didn't want him to give up on himself. Moping around wasn't going to fix it. He was stuck here, sure. He had to pay for his mistakes. But Nanba was a huge place with so many opportunities to find yourself. That much she was certain on.
Thus, Napht stepped forward, facing him head-on with a fierce look in her eyes. Glaring up at him and his now red hair that looked so similar to her own. He didn't attack her which she was thankful for but, she rose her hand and bitch slapped him hard across the face.
"Can't you see that's what I don't want?" she asked him, her tone harsh and blunt but wasn't elevated as it had been. "Are you a fucking idiot? I thought I didn't have anything- anyone. Now, I have a brother. Wouldn't you be pissed sky high if I pulled that reckless shit if you were in my shoes?" she demanded haughtily, hands on her hips, giving as much sass as her body contained. "Boohoo, you made mistakes. Own up to those and handle what you dealt. You have the time."

Change, its all he wanted. He wanted the scars on his body to heal, he wanted to live life normally again. He wanted a family again. These were all things he wanted, knowing he would never get them back he turned to the only thing left. The ones who robbed him of the all of those things. Not just him, many other people who were found and were able to survive the cruelty. Then the ones who didn't, they deserved justice. After he burned the building to the ground and left nothing but scorched earth in its stead. He had given up on what he wanted, his pained existence was only to rid the world of people like them . The ones who caused it all and still walk the earth.

His mind raced through all of his past, all of what he remembered. Then as he felt a searing pain across his face. He focused back to his sister. His anger going away nearly as fast as it had flared up. His hair slowly returning to its dark charcoal color. "Atleast I know you give a shit sis, maybe I can sit and rot in this cell knowing I'm still wanted. Even if its to just sit in this cell till I turn into a fully fledged corpse." He says as he raised his hand to his face, not really giving much reaction to the pain he felt. "Sis, if you did some reckless shit and died, I'd be more pissed that you'd found out how to do it before me." He says with a chuckle before he turned away from her and kicked away the pile of dust. Of which used to be the "Solution" to his trouble making. "If you don't put me in those things again I promise I won't cause anymore trouble... Napht." He says calling her by name.

Napht had to roll her eyes, "shocking. I haven't given a shit about anyone since I was still traumatized by my past- extremely so in any case," she drawled, "it's like someone else has had hardships too," she mused sarcastically. Pity wasn't something she could give anyone. She could empathize with people surely, but not in the form of giving them pity. "You won't be left to rot, unfortunately, you'll have to deal with me ensuring you keep as well behaved as you could ever possibly be," she stated.
Napht gave him a deadpan look, "morbidity suits you well," she muttered as monotone as her face suggested. She crossed her arms, her emotions had settled a lot. At his last statement, her eyebrow raised in surprise at the use of her nickname before she scoffed. "Yeah right, I don't believe that for a second," she declared. She left a big pause before exhaling loudly, "I'll see what I can do about excluding the damage," she said, gesturing lazily towards the scattered pile of dust. "If they don't know... then they can't send new ones... can they?" she mused rather playfully.
"Is there anything else? Cookies? Questions?"

"Yeah yeah siss, I get it. Nothing else, I wouldn't mind cookies, and you already asked if there was anything else." He responded simply as he walked over to the wall and began to a small flame on his finger begin drawing with scorch marks on the wall. Doing the one thing he could do in his cell. Cover it in his personal graffiti. Seeming to get himself quite involved in it as he continued to mark up the walls with "art".

"Excellent," Napht drawled as she began walking for the exit. "I'll do up a batch real quick," she told him as honestly sarcastic as she could possibly muster. She glanced over her shoulder at him before she exited, a grin curling her lips mischievously, "hope you don't mind them burnt," she purred with a little wave. She then slid out and escaped for a much needed R&R that likely involved some combat training.

((Guess that Sends Napht back over to Henry?))

((Depends what we want the game plan to be. Aka what point do we want to reach??))

((Well I had a plan for Henry to show Napht to another Prisoner she may not know about in her building. One of the extreme containment ones. Perhaps convincing her to do let him go if she supervises.))

((So another day. He'd likely be stuck in his cell for a bit after having escaped. So we can have a small time skip, have them a little closer [aka she's gotten over the near reveal] and more likely to agree to babysit to relieve her boredom ??))

((That sounds like it could work, Think you can start with her knocking on his cell door.))

Several weeks had passed since her first real interaction with her brother. Since then, she was neck deep finishing the goddamn paperwork she'd been heavily avoiding while taking her stress out on the unfortunate inmates and peers who decided to train with her. She'd visited her new additions quite a few times over that time. Needing to check them regularly for updates and reports on their adjustment to her building. Though, it was mainly her bickering and lazing about with them once she got over her awkwardness with Henry.
Thus, today she got the news that she was sure Henry was dying to hear. After her regular rounds and a brief 'discipline' with another inmate, she headed down. Reaching Henry's cell, she rapped against the door before she entered, "hope you're decent cause I'm coming in!" she announced with the door already swinging open. "I got some news that'll have you licking my feet," she chirped.

Henry, was in fact not entirely decent. He had just stepped out of the showering unit of his cell, as she narrowly missed him being completely nude. Having just managed to put the towel around his waist as the door swung open and slammed against the back end of its hinge. He looked towards the uppity prison guard and raised an eye brow. "You doo understand I am deaf right?." He says with a low gravely voice as he had woken up not thirty minutes ago.

He walked over to his stack of dry prison clothes and looked back at her with a roll of the eyes. "Hope yah don't mind, You kinda walked in." He says reaching down to the stack and making sure to grab his underwear first. Putting it on underneath the towel to spare the prison guard of his pride, and to spare himself of a sexual harassment charge. On top of his already obscenely high list. Upon putting his prison pants on he finally turned towards her and made a vague hand gesture for her to continue speaking. Considering he would need to read her lips to see what the hell she came barging in for.

Napht looked at him, his face to be specific after a glance at his state. "It was but a formality anyway," she stated, running a hand through her hair. She definitely didn't want to admit she kept forgetting. Not to mention being verbally loud was her second way of communication and she doubted he'd appreciate her first. Scatter-brains will always be scatter-brains unfortunately. She held her hand up, thumb and pointer pinched while the rest were high in the sky. The classic okay sign before she marched in uncaring about his state of undress. If it were anyone else, they surely would have put up some sort of fuss. However, she wasn't flustered by such things. Making herself at home, she plopped herself onto the couch and waited for him to give her the attention she definitely craved.

Once he had pants on and was facing her, she grinned, turning her head to face him despite her fully lounged position. She'd made her claim and had no intentions on moving. "Technically," she began, reminding herself not to quickly slur her announcement, "you're house arrest is up. Soooo," she said, dragging it out longer than necessary, a mischievous grin lighting up her face. "If you're good, I can take you on walks."

Henry took a sideways glance at the girl and nodded at what she said before turning over to his "kitchen" which sported a single fridge. He went over to it and opened it for a moment. Looking inside and having a frown wash over his face. As he reached in to grab two bottles of Berrier sparkling water. Something he drank religiously and was the only thing ever stocked in that fridge. Though it wasn't easily obtained in the prison, atleast in his old building that is.

Walking back over to the lounging red head with a raised brow, making sure to watch her lips as he sat down. Pushing her legs out of the way as he sat down next to her. Offering her a bottle of his coveted drink. "So what, yah gonna put me on a leash and get me to bark at all your malcontent's?." He asks with a slight smirk and a chuckle. Before knocking off the bottle's cap with the recently added coffee table. Which happened to have an odd sigil burned into the side of it. Right beside the "produced by Nanba Prison logo."

Napht puffed her cheeks and scowled when he shoved her legs out of the way, forcing her to adjust her seating so her back was pressed against the armrest while her toes wiggled under his leg. Her expression immediately changed at his offer which she heartily accepted, taking the bottle. She'd seen the guy drink it a lot, she didn't really get the appeal but who was she to turn down a drink. Never know when your next one will be.

Her mismatched eyes then glanced over at Henry when he replied. Unable to hide the amused grin, she laughed bountifully. "Kinky," she drawled, "I should definitely try that," she teased, giving him a smirk. However, she did shake her head, "minus the leash and I can bark enough for myself," she added with a chuckle. She then handed him the bottle again, after he'd opened his own with a mannered smile and a please too fake to mean anything but the desire to be spoiled. "However, it does mean I can drag you to some of the activity rooms in this building. Offsite is off-limits."

Henry raised a brow at the womans huffing and puffing and just took a swig of his drink. Knowing that he would need to get his fridge restocked again. "I've been treated like a dog before so, wouldn't be that foreign to me." He says with a roll of his eyes as he looks to the bottle, condensation rolling down the side of it. Looking over as he saw the bottle being thrusted into his hand again. Gazing over at that overly exaggerated smile. "Do you come to me because mask face won't do shit for you." He says with a sarcastic tone followed by a snicker. As he used his ability to simply flick off the bottles cap with his thumb.

"Oh, activity rooms how excitin. Let me just go get my bingo card and 20 sided die." He says with a roll of his eyes before thinking to himself. Looking to his fridge, then back to her, back to the fridge, again back to her. "What level of access do you have to the other levels of prisoner containment?. I've got an idea of where you can take me first." He says as he handed her the now opened bottle.

Napht made a face, "don't need to know about that portion of your past," she said, alluding to it being more sexual even if she knew that wasn't what he was going for. However, she was not going to think thoughts that will likely either: make her mad or sad. She was stomping that into the dirt, metaphorically.
She scoffed at his comment, giving him a playful glare, "as if I'd ever want that shit face to do anything for me. You're much prettier and nicer," she charmed with a wink, answering his sarcasm with her own sass.

Napht delved into some unusually choked laughter at his joke. She hadn't expected something like that to come from his mouth and it was giving her quite the image. "I don't even know if we have bingo," she snorted, "but can't say the prize wouldn't be something," she drawled. Knowing this place went far and beyond in the weirdest areas.
Napht calmed down at his question. Her brow raised suspiciously as she took the bottle from him. She took a swing, momentarily distracted by the taste before she swallowed and replied. "I am the head guard," she stated, as if it were obvious, "you, on the other hand, is zero. Where is it that you want to go?" she asked him while studying curiously. She assumed he wanted to see another prisoner but she didn't know exactly why.

Henry smirked, at her response to his odd remark. He was reffering to all the times he was ordered around like a dog. To do tasks for people he never liked. It was something he and his old partner did a lot of during their youth. He noted her response to the bingo joke and sighed. "This place would've been complete with bingo, guess I'll have to live with a bingoless life." He says and looked her in the eye. "There are two prisoner's that I'd like to see in extreme containment. Haven't seen em since the old prison riot. They aren't particularly dangerous, its just that they are kept as the prison's little secrets." He said mysteriously as he kicked his feet up on the little table infront of him. "Don't worry, I ain't going down there to settle a debt or somethin. I just want to visit a pair of old... "Friends". He said the last part with almost audible air quotes. As if he had trouble referring to them as such.

Napht smirked as he continued the joke, thoroughly amused, "It's a shame," she agreed, "I'll have to make up for it by being extremely entertaining," she drawled with a wink.
She became a little more serious, not too much but just enough to contemplate his request. She pursed her lips, thinking it over. She knew protocol demanded that she run this through the prison, get permission only after she analyzed the files of the two prisoners he claimed were his friends. Only then could she actually give him an answer without it costing either of them their heads.

However, Napht and following the rules to that degree wasn't her expertise. If her taking her anger out by shooting people meant anything. "Okay," she said, taking a swing of the drink. If a sip meant chugging it down. She swung her feet onto the ground and pushed herself off the couch. With a loud satisfied 'ah" after finishing it. "Let's go, placing my trust in ya, "she stated, looking at him over her shoulder. "Where should I put this?" she added waving the empty bottle.

Henry snickered too himself at the thought of her being able to entertain him. Though he watched as her expression changed, he knew this request was quite steep. Even if she had some form of trust with him. Asking to just go and visit arguably the most dangerous spot in the building.

Though a look of mild surprise appeared on his face as she agreed to his request. He stood up and looked to the door for a moment, with a slight blank face, before looking back to her asking where to put the bottle. He gave a dismissive wave of his hand and shrugged. "Just set it down on the coffee table there." He says as he walked to the door and smirked. It had been awhile since he navigated this building, but still remembered the way.

He opened his cell door and urged her along. "Come on, If you don't stick close the camera's are gonna think I tried escaping again." He says as he walked out into the hall unceremoniously.

Napht nodded, heading over to place it down obediently. Though, she straightened and frowned. She'd just have to reason that it was because she was being courteous and that was the only reason.
She then confidently turned on her heel and marched over to the open door.
She reached over to pat his cheek, turning her head so he could read her lips, "don't gotta tell me twice," she drawled and stalked out of the room ahead of him. Giving a playful salute towards a camera. "Let's go before I regret making this decision," she laughed with a wide grin that could be considered insane. She turned and strode by his side, heading to their destination with an excited skip in her step.

Henry just cocked a brow as she patted his cheek, reading what she said and giving another sly grin. As he walked down the long corridor next to the buildings head guard. Something he would have never thought he would do. Especially with how his last few escapades on the outside of his cell have gone.

As they reached the elevator to take them down, he looked to the several cameras pointing directly at the elevator door. They were certainly insistent on making sure they know who goes in and out of extreme containment. "You know mask face or one of the warden's assholes are going to see this right?." He asks almost trying to see if she was actually willing to go along with his idea. Considering that if Mask face found out, she could be in for a load of paperwork.

Once arriving at the elevators, Napht put in her code, fingerprint and called the thing down. All secured with a wave towards a camera, "yup," she replied, popping the p while looking at him. To gain access to practically anything in this place you additionally needed the confirmation from whoever was doing the security shift. She was well acquainted with the one who looked after her building and they knew quite well to let her pass if she wished to pass. She has yet to be threatened into doing something she didn't want to do.
"If they see it then I'll deal with it," she stated, looking Henry in the eye with a massive grin, "make it worth the consequence, yeah?" she laughed as the door opened and she slid herself in. Once the floor was pressed and her fingerprint scanned again, they descended. She was sure she was going to get it but that asshat left Henry in her care. So, it was ultimately his fault.

Henry watched her put in the code with a look of mild curiosity. Though, he became disinterested when he saw that it required a fingerprint scan. He looked over to her with a that ever cocked brow, and read her lips. A grin curling onto his face as well as he let out a slight snicker. "I'll make sure that you are well compensated." He says as he felt the elevator descend into the bowels of the building. Which took a surprising amount of time, especially considering how fast it was descending.

As they reached the bottom floor, the door opened and Henry took the first step out. Eyeing the several cameras pointed in the direction of the elevator. Noting all of the prison doors each with a camera pointing directly at each one. As he continued to walk through dimly lit hallways of extreme containment. He came to their first stop. Prisoner number 124, with no name on the plaque either. He nodded at the door he was stood in front of and looked over to Napht. "Before we go in, you gotta understand that her appearance does not match her age. Do not treat her like a kid, and absolutely do not make any remarks on her height. She's quite a few ticks higher than me on the crazy tree." He explained as he waited for her to open the door.

When Napht would open it, she would be greeted by stark contrast to the barren gray halls around them. Inside of the cell was what looked like the quarters of some military officer. A high ranking one at that. Though a more noticeable feature was the desk facing towards the prison door. As if it were some sort of office. With matching chairs to seat two people. Sitting behind the desk, with her faced buried in a book. Blond hair barely peeking out from behind it. With oddly small hands holding either side of the large book. Then without either Napht or Henry making an initial noise. The girl sat behind the desk spoke up.

"Hello Henry, and building warden, Philemon Naphtali Llewellyn. I am Lily Marei Dietrich Schreiber pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." She says in a polite child-like voice, as she lowered the book and offered a smile at the pair. Her piercing blue orbs staring at the both of them.

As they arrived, Napht faced Henry with a brow raised and her arms crossed underneath her chest. They had travelled some distance and Napht really didn't have much clue to his purpose in all this. She had kept an eye on him as they walked. She wasn't enough of an air-head not to notice he was checking out the cameras and other security measures. She didn't care if he had his ability or not, she would punch him square in the face if he tried anything. She doubted he would at the moment but the future is undetermined.

Now that he'd given her a warning about the person they were meeting, she was intrigued. She felt the slight urge to do exactly what he told her not to but after entering the room... She decided against that. Napht's mismatched eyes landed on the blonde hair and blue-eyed girl. In this sort of- decorated room and the way she had addressed them, Napht felt the unusual impulse to stand straight and salute. Something she, of course, didn't do, aside from straightening a bit. She removed an arm from around her to raise two fingers to tap against her forehead and briefly out in greeting before lowering it again. "Hay-ya," she greeted, scrunching her nose from the use of her full name. She didn't overly enjoy the fact an inmate from down here knew even that much about her. "Philemon is just fine," she added, unable to hide her small scowl, "and... ah..." she glanced at Henry briefly before back at the girl, "good to meet you too..." she said while drifting off.
She remained by the door, this Lily Schreiber may be a small child but no regular person was placed in these cells. "Doubt most want to actually meet me. You must be a little crazy," she couldn't help but add. It wasn't about her height.

Henry raised a brow as he saw Napht give the girl a small salute. Reading Lily's lips he had figured out Napht's full name, which would do nothing to help him considering that he wouldn't be able to pronounce it properly to tease her with it. As he walked towards the desk and put himself between Napht and the little girl that was simply smiling at him. "This german freak has committed more atrocities and horrible crimes than me by quite a high amount. Damn Naz-" He was about to say before the girl had a the tip of a pen pointed directly at him.

"Ah ah ah!, I had very little to do with the second world war. I was already imprisoned before I could take part in that. Do not mix me in with that bunch, for it is inaccurate information." The girl said with quite a dangerous glint in her eye as she gave a knowing smirk. "At least I wasn't a bully in my school days." She says with a high and might chuckle.

Henry wasn't down here for a fight, but he wasn't beneath punching a german shrimp in her face. Though he also knew that Napht would have a mountain of paperwork to deal with if he did. Not that he would win against the girl anyways. So he decided to break his one rule. "Those days must have been pretty recent huh pipsqueak." He says with quite a venomous tone in his voice. As Lily's cute smile quickly darkened and she twitched slightly at the comment. As she looked as if she was about ready to drive that p up henry's nose. She took a deep, ragged breath. Containing her fury.

"Tell me Mask faces weakness. His real name. Family. Loved ones. Anything I can use against that high and mighty bastard." Henry said as he set his palms on the desk. Staring intently at the girl's horrible smile.

((Also just too say, Love the new character. Shame he has a different nationality. With that special ability of his, Lily here might as well be an aunt 5 times removed. She has the ability to know everything about someone from just seeing them. What they're thinking, seeing, feeling. Her ability might be broken compared to his because she can just catalog people with her mind. Without much of a clause, other than being perpetually stuck in the body of a child. The thing that would differentiate them. Would be she did use it to commit quite a number of atrocities. I have had this idea for her power going in my head since I added her to my Faceclaim list XP.))

((Shit dog. That's quite the coincidence xD And how utterly terrifying. ))

Napht clenched her jaw, learning that was just peachy. She felt like this creepy, know-it-all child was definitely capable of what he suggested. She ignored the chills running up her spine. She kept her arms crossed to temper the urge to either get out of her- dragging Henry with her or launching a tranq especially with the more she heard. It made her feel like a bystander and it wasn't exactly her favourite position to be in. She eyed Henry warily, unable to communicate with him properly now that he stood more in front of her.
However, when Henry did exactly what he had warned Napht not to do, her arms were uncrossed and she has moved closer, step-siding Henry so she could stare the child down. If she tried anything with that fucking pen, Napht was going to shoot the kid.
Until he heard Henry's request, she closed the distance and slammed a hand onto his shoulder, yanking him back so he would face her. "Excuse me?" she sassed, giving him a glare. "I may dislike the fucker- but I am in no position to allow a dangerous inmate such as yourself any access to his information. Detriment to this shithole after all," she growled, "I also like keeping my head attached to my body." Napth then shot a look at Lily, "as for how you would know- I don't really care as long as you keep it to yourself and don't act on it."

Henry let out a low growl as that pen was pointed towards his throat. Though as he was tempted to raise his fist at the little gremlin. He was lurched back to be met face to face with Napht once more. Giving her his own glare. "You know that bastard is more crooked than a road in the Himalaya's right?. Do you ever wonder how he gets under everyone's skin in this prison? He isn't just reading some redacted prison files. He comes to her." He says as he gestured towards the blond-haired girl that was getting a dangerous look in her eye. He laughed for a moment at the mention of Mask face knocking the head off of her body. "I'm not here for him completely. Just figured I'd test the waters."

The stout blond ground her teeth together before raising a brow. "Really, you get in the good graces of the head guard. You manage to somehow persuade her to bring you to me. And it's not the about the juicy details of mask face?." She threw her arms up in what looked like disgust. "For "that!" She yelled as she sat back down in her chair with a huff. "How utterly boring. Just show me the damn picture already Henry. I figured this was going to be a waste of time ever since you asked Napht to come down here." She says as she gestures to the desk with those intense blue orbs of hers. Crossing her arms as if impatiently waiting for something.

As Henry just reached into his prison shirt and pulled out something folded. With a shiny back that resembled a photograph. Going to hand it over to Lily.

Napht kept her glare on him even when he pressed her with his own. "Like I said-" she began until what Henry had said processed. That shady motherfucker came to this inmate to get intel on people? Her jaw clamped shut to keep the slew of curses from escaping them. Instead, she ground her teeth together and shot him the stink eye for laughing at the image of her decapitated body.
"Test the waters on what?" she growled, still pissed to learn that mask face was more of a stink breather than she thought. She needed to find some good dirt on him so she could get his ass into one of these cells instead of on the other side of the bars.

"Good graces?" Napht sputtered, her gaze finally returning to the midget. "Walking on thin ice actually-" shooting a pointed look at him. Still peeved about this entire situation mainly because Napht honestly didn't like the scary shrimp that knew too much about her. "Picture?" she cut herself off once more, watching the interaction only to step forward to halt whatever shit they were doing. She snatched it out of Henry's hand before he could pass it on but didn't look at it. She simply looked at Henry for an explanation- giving him the benefit of the doubt.