MarinaNova Asylum

[Morning Action]

[The new day came around, and once again Krieg found himself in Sector 0. But almost as soon as he got there he realized what he wanted was not there. Thus, another bored day of trying to figure out what to do.]

(You do realize we still have a punishment to complete due to your stupid display, right? You can't just ignore it until it goes away, you need to find something to do. Besides, it's just taking care of a garden, can't be that hard right?)

[He groaned in pain, but almost as soon as he groaned an idea popped into his head. Such a devious idea it was that he actually started to chuckle in utter enjoyment. It was a fantastic idea, near perfect. He's seen it done before, he can recreate it. He will host a Meat and Greet Party in the garden. All he had to do was run around and gather what he needed, and after gaining the friends he has already he has a fairly good idea where to find the things that he needed.

Several hours later he'd find himself with everything prepared in the memorial garden.]

[Video]

[The video feed would click on, and for as shaky as it was everyone could see crude decorations set up around the garden. Thankfully no damage was actually done to the garden itself, but a lot of effort was clearly put into the poorly done decorating. In the area there was a couple of small grills prepared, piles of assorted meats on tables, and the sound of the mornings jaunty tune going on. The camera finally turned back to Krieg, who looked incredibly pleased with himself.]

Friends! I may be down but I am not out, the thrill of the party HAS YET TO START! So join us, for KRIEG'S SUPER FUN MEAT AND GREET! OR I'LL TEAR YOUR EYES OUT!

((ooc: Feel free to party and enjoy yourselves. Krieg will be cooking for people with his breath during the party, so you're free to tag with people other than Krieg. As always, have fun!))

[There are multiple peg boards set up in Sector 0 today—some tall, some short, some on wheels, some long, some magenta with glitter! But what do they all have in common? They are covered in pictures with familiar faces.

Maybe the face is many years younger and surrounded by family or maybe it's a shot taken in Marina (version 1 or 2!). Maybe it was a time when no cameras were present and yet here is the evidence of that moment in all it's candid glory.

You could have grabbed that really embarrassing or incriminating one and thought you were safe only to find out there were three duplicates! Sweet, horrific, sad, casual, posed, past, or present—the wardens are good at variety, so enjoy!]

(OOC: Plotting post for sharing pictures people might find on the boards.)

[As requested Krieg made it to the Complex with his new strength and started first off on punching bags in order to warm himself up. It was very clear his strength had return to him as the bag itself made deafening booms every time he struck it.]

(Alright, now this time no fire PERIOD. I understand you've been wanting to for some time here, but you can't do it to her if you want to spar with her again. Besides, considering the Defense Force and what we'll likely be doing, it's best we keep in shape.)

I will boil her blood with the MIGHT OF MY FISTS!

(I'll take that as a yes...)

((As a general fyi Krieg will be spending the remainder of his day sparring and anyone else is free to join in. Otherwise he's meeting up with Kelly as requested.))

[Kitty stands near Reid, tempted to keep a hold on him for emergency phasing, but she doesn't. She wasn't sure it was a good idea to do this in their usual interviewing room at the Defense Force headquarters, but nothing else sounded better, so this is where she directed the interview team and their newest...hopeful.

Krieg should be there any minute now and his ankle normalizer would be off. He still wouldn't have his "flesh rippers" at least, but she didn't know much about him except that he was hard to communicate with, unstable and seeking purpose. She has kind of a soft spot there.]

[With the new day turning over Krieg could be found in Sector 5 in the graveyard. Where and why in the world was he there? To sleep on Carmen Sandiego's grave of course. It was not even through malicious intent, but simply that he found no other place to stay really. Besides, he felt right at home in a graveyard. It was not until the rain started to dance upon him and the message of the new day popped up did he finally wake up. What the robot said to him was of no concern to him, but instead the one thing that DID matter was when his anklet finally popped off.

Krieg stood up excitedly, feeling his strength return to him.]

My body has returned to me!

[With this he placed his foot on top of the gravestone, excitedly posing with glee in the rain.]

(Yeah, it is a relief. But now we have more important matters. We learned a lot about this place yesterday and... Nothing at the same time. It truly does appear that we ARE in a prison, and that we aren't leaving anytime soon. Still, the time spent with everyone was... Enjoyable. What we need now though is a place to stay, and the only idea I would have is that Defense Force. Maybe they can provide lodge to us, much like the Vault Hunters did. You should find them and ask about it later.)

[The prospect made Krieg laugh in excitement before kicking off the gravestone and landing several feet away from it.]

They will shelter my muscles in their walls, OR I'LL HIDE IN THEIR RIB-

[Krieg was finally interrupted by a crack and a thud as he turned around to see the gravestone he jumped off of cracked and broke. Frantically he kneeled over and tried to put it back on top, but it was abundantly clear that he wasn't going to fix it.]

(...Good job moron, less than five minutes of freedom and you break a tombstone... Sure they're not going to like that.)

((Krieg would be spending a portion of his morning trying to find things to fix a tombstone with, even if his ideas are... Less than ideal. Those who could also possibly provide lodging may also make a useful visit, as he looks dirty enough to have been sleeping in the mud.))

[ okay so she's really awkward at this, but she's got something on her mind. however, being a spartan, this is going to be short, sweet, and to the point. ]

Does anyone here spar? Captain?

[ the right captain knows who he is, yep. ]

[The camera clicks on and off sporadically, a loud and heavy thump heard along with a distinct yelling. The camera finally stayed on as Krieg could clearly be heard yelling as the view darted around his person. He was desperately searching for something on his person that he simply could not find, not paying a moments notice to the welcome information rolling across the visor. Someone however was paying close attention.]

(MarinaNova? What kind of name is that? I suppose if you're an AI with an underwater facility being clever is the last thing on your mind... But how did we get here? One moment we were fighting Jack, the next-)

My Flesh Rippers are GONE!

[As Krieg yelled this out he quickly looked down at the jumpsuit in rage and tore the chest portion off entirely, leaving bits of orange jumpsuit hanging on his arms but leaving his torso exposed.]

The blood may not be running, but AT LEAST MY PECS HAVE PECS.

(...Yeah, great... But do you see what this means? This place has no war, no violence, and no need for death OR killing. This is what we've been waiting for, a place where we can finally work to become normal again. Because of this place, we may finally react like a regular human being and make friends like we had before. So you will not harm anyone here, or my same promise applies even more so down here...)

[Krieg didn't like hearing that one bit. Not only is his Axe, guns, grenades, guns, and fire gone, but he lost his murder friends and could no longer kill anyone. If anyone was still paying attention to him he was very clearly mad and twitching.]

NOOOO!!! THINGS CAN NEVER BE NORMAL! My life is but a never ending pit of blood and bile forged from combat! Let the bullets scrape me clean and fill my soul with the pain of a thousand corpses! I drink the blood and rip the flesh because I! AM! A MONSTER! NOW AND FOREVER!

[Wanting nothing more than to beat someone to a pulp Krieg looked around, however even he knew that he had no power to fight here, and even if he did he did not wish the death that the voice inside promised so many times. So much like an angered child who didn't get what he wanted Krieg sat cross legged on the ground and started to punch the ground and his head interchangeably. For those who paid closer attention however, it looked a lot less like a temper tantrum, and more like a man who had just gotten the entire meaning of his life ripped out from beneath him.]

[The camera clicks on to a disorienting red glow which is only revealed to be an artificial eye when its owner pulls the recorder back slightly to give a better view of the man holding it. The most noticeable thing about him is the fact that the entire left side of his face has been replaced with a harsh metal prosthetic; the red eye clashes a little nauseatingly with the orange jumpsuit.

He examines the recorder curiously for a moment, then smirks and starts zooming in and out on it rapidly, occasionally spinning it around because he's the the of person who should not be given this sort of thing to play with.

There's a good five minutes of the camera zooming.

But eventually he gets bored and starts fiddling with the monitor clamped around an ankle that is every bit as metal and robotic looking as his face. It doesn't hold his attention as long because he can't do annoying things with it. He gives up, peers at the camera again and remarks,]

You know, the line between evil scheme and elaborate prank can be so fine sometimes.