The eyes are the windows to the soul [Reignfire]

[Lethe]

C'mon...just a little more...

Sometimes, being one of the less dangerous beings in a maximum security facility had its advantages. There were fewer guards near your block, for one. Then there was the added bonus of metal silverware. A simple butter knife, properly sharpened, could prove to be quite the useful little tool. The surprisingly thin metal of the collar around her neck didn't seem to be taking much effort at all to saw through. The band, besides suppressing her powers, was just plain annoying. Given the choice between a collar and her special goggles, she'd take the eye wear any day.

Yes! Finally.

The irritating restraint fell to the floor with a light clatter and the girl kicked it under her bunk. Lethe stood, unfolding herself from the indian-style position on the floor, and stretched. She grinned to herself and rubbed at the back of her neck, "So much better." Footsteps in the hall got her attention and her grin widened when she spotted the guard. He paused outside her cell; the man could tell something was off, but it took a moment for him to figure out what.

"Hey, you. Where's your collar?" He stepped forward, glancing around the floor. Mistake number one. Lethe moved as close to the bars of the cell as she dared, patient enough to see if he made a wrong move. She didn't have to wait long. The guard turned his attention back to her, locking eyes before he had a chance to remember the warnings against this particular prisoner. Mistake number two. "I said where's y-..." the man's voice trailed off as Lethe's power kicked in. The guards eyes glassed over as the girl implanted the memory that she was actually harmless and had been falsely imprisoned. The look faded after only a second or two and when the man could focus again he found himself staring at a girl who, for all intents and purposes, seemed to be rather frightened and confused. "...Wha?"

"I said, let me OUT! You've got the wrong girl!"

[Reignfire]

It was a sunny day outside, very sunny in fact. Yet, a light drizzle began despite no sight of a cloud for several miles. A guard in a plain blue-gray jumpsuit looked out from underneath the overhang at the main entrance. He saw a guard in armor stick his arm out, palm up, to catch the rain. As the rain fell, the blue-gray dressed guard noted it's odd coloration, a golden, nearly glowing hue. After a moment, he realized it was glowing as he heard the armored guard screaming and turned his focus back upon that guard. The guard seemed to be burning and melting from the 'rain.' The man in the jumpsuit didn't know what to make of it, except "Attack!!" and he went to press an alarm.

Just then, a man of black, crackling energy and metallic red armor flew into him, crushing him against the wall. Yet, through luck, providence, or just plain coincidence, Reignfire managed to push the guard's hand onto the alarm button. Lights began flashing in reds and blues, and a sound of a klaxxon bell rung throughout the prison.

A wall slammed down in front of the main entrance. Reignfire simply laughed. The sun was overly bright today and he had years of stored solar energy within his body, so he had plenty of energy to expel today. His futuristic technology had allowed Reignfire to come within feet of the building without being detected. He simply slammed his armored and clawed fists into the thick substance of the wall, his heat melting the surrounding area, giving him and even better grip. He grunted, once, twice, then jerked the wall away nearly effortlessly to the surprise of the guards standing there. There was a pause before they started firing. Reignfire merely allowed his solar heat to bloom forward and around himself, which melted all the bullets to nothing, stealing their momentum long before they came anywhere near his person. He fired solar blast after solar bast from his fists and eyes, piercing, melting, and frying guards everywhere.

Soon, large androids arrived, many firing 'ice-blasts' at him, though they nearly always fell short due to his extreme heat. He crushed one android in his hands, receiving a focused blast of ice against his ankle, but a few moments later it had melted enough for him to kick it off with his super-strength, and he continued on his way, deeper and deeper into the center of the building. The next android approached and he blasted its head from its body and walked into the prisoner cell block of the 'less dangerous' inhabitants. Reignfire scanned his data within his armor. His first target should be nearby, making her escape soon. He looked down and saw what was going on, "Already?" he whispered to himself, "earlier than scheduled."

[Lethe]

The guard fumbled for a moment, seeming to have a bit of trouble remembering how to work his mouth in the wake of the girl's shout. "S-sorry, Miss...I'll get someone down here to open the cell." He turned, took two steps, and halted.

The alarm blared.

Lethe cursed, the noise would certainly draw more guards down her way. And after she had things so well in hand, too. The girl shook her head and flopped onto her bunk, now resorting to trying to look like nothing more than an uninterested party. At least that way they may be reluctant to enter her cell. Sure, her training would allow her to take on several at a time, but not when they were so heavily armed. Her ability would be of little use as she wouldn't have nearly enough time to use it on everyone that might come her way. What genius had thought to break into the Vault, anyway?

[Reignfire]

Reignfire neared his target. There was a semi-confused guard near the cell next to the one he was heading for. Almost without any effort or thought, Reignfire shot a blast of solar plasma about an inch wide through the guard's throat. The guard reached for his throat, wanting to scream from the pain, but couldn't and he fell to the floor, struggling for air. Reignfire walked on, stepping on the prostrate guard as if he weren't even there.

He noticed a mutant girl laying on her cot, apparently taking no notice of the current situation. He shrugged, assuming she was possibly suffering some sort of mental illness as many of them here were.

Reignfire was looking for a particular mutant. A well-known assassin. He was looking for Kwannon, now 16 years old, whom was a famous assassin for the Hellfire Club. She would be a welcome addition to his M.L.F.

What Reignfire didn't know was that most of Kwannon's mind and personality had been switched with that of Psylocke/Liz Braddock. He approached her cell, "Kwannon?" He tapped his gloved hands against the charged bars of her cell. Reignfire saw that she was in some sort of contraption meant to dampen. telepathic powers. "Kwannon, I'm here to free you. Well, that is, if you decide to join my... group.

[Psylocke]

When the alarms had started blaring, Liz had lifted herself up from the floor to the ceiling, using the space left open, after she had pried some loose tiles apart. She was holding herself in the air, nearly upside-down, ready to attack any guard that came in her cell. It wouldn't be the first time, a drill, and it's vlaring alarms, were used as a cover for the guards to abuse her.

Liz's eyes opened wide at surprise, then narrowed in suspicion when someone called 'her' name. Psylocke looked 'up,' or rather, down, to where a man of crackling black energy and metallic red armor stood, touching the charged bars as if they meant nothing to his armor or form. Her mind quickly ran through all the possibilities. She waited until he called for her a second time and outlined his offer. Hesitantly, and all too wary of some sort of trick, she flipped back down to the floor of her cell, as if appearing from nowhere.

She idly scratched at the collar what wrapped around her neck and connected to a sort of helmet that constricted her movements and covered nearly all of her head except her face, and a small hole that allowed her long, violet hair to flow come out unbidden. The collar would have been enough to dampen her powers, but she was deemed highly dangerous and thus also had to wear the telepathy-dampening 'helmet' except for once a day when she was allowed to bathe. Of course, then, she was under such extreme guard tha she rarely comntemplated escape, even if she could override the inhibiting collar.

She walked right to Reignfire, just shy of the charged bars of her cell, "What group? Who in the bloody hell are you?" Of course, she recognized him from reports that she had overheard the bored guards speaking of. He was the leader of some sort of mutant terrorist group. Though, many mutants would disagree on the terrorist descrition and replace that with a description of freedom fighters.

"Perhaps I could use this...Reignfire to get back at the Hellfire Club. Of course, I have to be careful, since this bloke seems to think I am this Kwannon girl whose body I seem to be stuck in." she thought to herself as she awaited his reply.