RP:Resurrected Memories

Summary: It's Tiber's first day of 'work' in The Basement and he fulfills the role of a security guard with ease, leaving little to no suspicions in the crazed mind of Alastor Ambers. The mad scientists has several test subjects that are tortured daily and forced into a life of lycanthropy. Tiber's past memories that had been wiped clean begin to return in vivid flashbacks, and the horrors of the male's forgotten youth are still being carried out decades later. Lanara uses her empathic abilities to further Alastor's research, though in reality it's all a ploy to get her boyfriend a few minutes to discuss their plan. Tiber earns a little trust from the prisoners and vows to free them the following day, as Lana and Alator will be away from the laboratory at a charity event.

Part of the Lunar Tides and Silver Linings Arc

(Post 1 of 2) It had been a stressful few days for the couple as they hadn’t gotten to have much alone time to discuss what, if anything, to do about Lanara’s impending doom. They had babysat for Meri, aced an interview with Alastor, and meticulously set a plan in motion to take down the facility in Venturil. After facing her fear of snakes and a few trying days at her new job in the ‘Basement’ the witch had managed to have a seasoned security guard escorted off the premises. The man, Carlisle, didn’t go down without a fight and so now the facility was in dire need of protection and seeking a few new employees. Lanara’s complaint of sexual harassment meant that -she- was to choose Carlisle’s successor and after a few grueling interviews, she naturally had chosen a Woodrow, a simpleton that could barely hold a sword, and Tiberius Lowell, who obviously applied under a different name. Alastor couldn’t be bothered to sit in on the interviews, as scientific experiments are more his thing, so long as the newly hired men sign a non-disclosure agreement, meet the basic physical demands of the job, and are of the human or elven race. After a day of training and receiving maps of the facility, Woodrow and Tiber are set to officially start their first day of patrol, whereas Lanara arrives for the conclusion of her first week.

(Post 2 of 2) Lanara is exhausted and still not fully adjusted to her new routine as she is scheduled to work nights, and becoming nocturnal isn’t something she thought would be part of her job description. She misses her boyfriend and hates that they have to act indifferent to each other when at the facility, because she dares not blow their cover. She’s dying which causes a pang in her heart each time their eyes lock, as she would much rather be held in Tiber’s arms, than be awake at odd hours and standing to the side as Alastor and his team perform the most horrific of deeds to those they have taken from orphanages or homeless shelters. One little boy couldn’t be more than seven, and one of the women looked to be around the same age of Lanara. She had been a journalist that had somehow gotten wind of this operation and had been used as an ‘example’ for anyone that dared to doublecross Doctor Ambers. She’s hopeful that at least some of the dozen or so lycans can be rehabilitated and will one day recognize Tiber as their alpha, as she hopes to leave him a pack to call family after her absence to the Otherside. Only time will tell how this story unfolds, but in her heart she knows that spending her few precious moments getting vengeance for her lover's past is the right thing to do. The witch arrives at dusk, clad in a pair of blue cotton scrubs, a white doctor's coat, non-skid shoes, and with her badge secured on the left side pocket. Her long hair has been expertly pinned away from her face into a high ponytail and a clear lip gloss is the only makeup she wears on her face. A curt nod is given to Tiber, as he arrives separately, and her gaze drops to the enchanted amulet he wears about his neck. “Hello. I wish you luck on your first day! I think you will be in the same room as Doctor Ambers and I as we conduct experiments. It’s important that you guard the doors and don’t let anyone inside or outside, unless one of us directs you to do so. If one of us is attacked by a patient, you just stand by, you do -not- intervene. Do I make myself clear?” A flicker of sadness is in her chocolate eyes as she knows that seeing things first hand could bring painful flashbacks to the lycan, and she hopes he will not step in should she be in any danger. Today’s mission is for Lanara to create a distraction long enough that Tiber can get the test subjects on his side and gain their trust, also while getting a feel for the place, as the official take down will happen at another time. Once Tiber gives the sign that he understands, the witch spins on her heel and directs him through the facility, casually pointing out a few details on the way. These are hints at locations that may prove helpful for an escape in the coming days, but to the other workers that pass by, it seems that Lanara is merely showing the new security guard around the facility.

(1 of 3) Tiberius was still reeling, and he still wondered why Lanara was not focusing on a cure rather than his past days of being an adolescent. Why had she not been focusing on her future? Had she given up hope, or was she trying to make everyone’s future around them… right? Either way, the witch was persistent of following through with The Basement. All the while Lanara was going in to ‘work’, Tiberius would wake at those odd hours, too. Every evening, the man planted himself on a hillside and watched the building in the shadows. Waiting. For her. His heart yearned for her behind those closed doors, for all he wanted was her to be… home. Enjoying the days she had left instead of… this. Tiberius makes his face stoic and strong for her because, internally, he felt the Kelvarian needed it. The day that Tiber is hired, however, he goes under the name of Ryson Freyer. Ry for short, which eventually he would gain with the other guards around the property. Around Lanara, he keeps his gaze but a brief glance before sternly pressing onward. There had not been one ounce of longing in his gaze, only due to the mission at-hand.

(2 of 3) The day on the job-job had come, and Tiberius had spent his time studying the maps closely. Studying the grounds closely. The guards in their training. The man had not remembered much when he was sixteen, but he was determined to remember today. Remember for the others who had been captive in those walls. Tiber comes prepared in his own guard uniform compared to her clinical outfit. His armor is lightweight and made of black leather. Around his torso had been a black wooden bow, and, sheathed, daggers at his hips. All the guards wore the same set of armor and had the same weapons. Some guards may have had another source of magic up their sleeves, but for Tiberius, the weapons were his only source of use--besides lycanthrope, itself. Underneath the armor, he wore the amulet to disguise the curse he carried. As he approaches Lanara for his ‘assignment’, he looks over her head briefly as if he was more of the cocky sort. “Thanks,” his voice is short, and he briefly glances at her. In that very short glance, there is a look of… his original-self. It was an act. “Loud and clear, boss,” his tone is almost sarcastic to make the act seem real. As if he was really a tool bag. He gives the woman a curt nod before moving past her to open the door for her. “Lead the way,” and then he is after her entering… his past. The walls looked the same as he had remembered them, but there had been changes to shelving, equipment, and more. His teeth grit, but he does not make a fuss about these notes because… he made it back. Amber eyes catch each hint of escapeways: vents, halls to tunnels, and a blatant exit door or two. The two inch deeper within the halls before walking down some stairs that led to a large door which had two guards guarding the outside. One had been Woodrow already in place and the other Bjorn. Bjorn had been the prankster, but also very strategic and very observant. Bjorn scrutinizes Lanara and Tiberius before the lycan nods to Bjorn. Bjorn raises his brows. “Ry, you make sure no one escapes through those doors. We are the second line of defense. We already got a fighter in there. He’s got a hot-headed personality, and he has been trying to fight all morning. He’s new, of course which means… he’s also a stronger one. Keep your eye out, eh?” The Catalian would observe Bjorn before offering a solid nod. “Ay, no one will be getting past these doors.” With that, the two guards would step to the side to let Lanara and Tiberius through.

(3 of 3) Through the large doors had been the laboratory. In different sections of the lab, there had been different rooms--cells for the experiments. There had been aggressive yells through the cages, whines from a young child, silence from other rooms. The walls were laced with shelves that had potions, needles, herbs, and poking and prodding tools. Alastor Ambers had been in the room with the crying boy. With a closer look, it appeared that each person captured had been tied up in some way. Stronger lycans with chains while others with leather straps to their beds as if they were in an asylum. As the Catalian observes the space, he is sucked back into time and is frozen for a mere second. If Lanara caught the man’s face, there would be a moment of panic etched on his sharp features before instantly disappearing. How had there been a boy so young? Amber eyes observe through the door that is cracked open and then Tiber realizes… the boy only has one arm. The other side only had the kid’s bicep, for his forearm was gone. Ambers was going for the weak--not just teenagers. The blonde man moves away from the door to observe the other spaces. There had been five other small rooms besides the boy’s room in the large open laboratory. With every room there had been an experimental number, and from the brand on Tiberius’ wrist, they had been in the hundreds now, for Tiberius was experiment eight. Besides the boy and the journalist that Lanara had described to Tiberius when they were alone, there were four others who were held captive. A male that looked to be a year or so younger than Tiberius--one from the homeless shelter that Lanara was talking about. Greyson Briars. A female, half-elf teen who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen: Violet Virgwyn. Another male around the age of Violet who looked tearful in silence--scared: Ezra Leoralai. Last, another fair-skinned, pale blonde, with a face that appeared a similar age as Lanara: Celeste Fennington. A total of six were locked in this lab, and the Catalian had a grim look on his face.

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara had caught the panic stricken look on Tiber’s handsome face and were she not playing the role of the enemy, she would have pulled the male against her frame and held him until the fear had dissipated. She understands his emotions, because it would be akin to being in a room with her abusive father, or returning to the cages in her homeland where she had been kept prisoner and tortured for months on end. At least she had been an adult, whereas Tiberius had been so young, having lost his family during the fall of Catal. After their shift she will comfort her twin flame, as her heart aches just thinking about what he’s feeling. Lush lips purse as she pauses for a moment, not daring to glance the lycans way, but in close enough proximity that he knows she is there with him, and that she’s here -for- him. Alastor finishes sticking a plunger into Tybalt’s shoulder, before the small child curls up on his cot and quickly falls asleep. He’s young, naive, and perhaps the sweetest boy that Lanara has ever met, despite the rough life he’s had that led him to this hellish establishment. His brown eyes sparkle as though they’ve been sprinkled with pixie dust and he has huge dimples on the rare occasions that he smiles. The witch yearns to take any pain from the boy, to ruffle his messy brown hair, but when Alastor is present she knows better than to show any favoritism. Corrine Venger, the ex-journalist, manages to break through her constraints and loudly bangs against the walls. Her cursing can be heard throughout the facility, as her vivid green gaze locks on Lanara, and she angrily shakes her head, causing her fiery crimson locks to swish across her shoulders. “You! Bitch!” Clearly, the witch and the writer have a mutual dislike of each other, because as soon as Lana steps into Corrine’s enclosure, they have a bit of a cat fight. Corrine pulls Lana’s hair and backhands her across the face, while Lanara kicks the woman in the shin and punches her in the throat. It’s over in mere seconds, as Corrine calms down once Lana works her magic, and runs her palms up and down the woman's arms in a soothing gesture. The restraints are secured over her arms and legs and once she falls asleep, Lanara exits the enclosure and sets the lock, before she dabs at her bloody lower lip. It’s an everyday occurrence by now and she’s no longer alarmed, but she doesn’t need to see the look on Tiber’s face to know that he is deeply concerned. Tossing the tissue into a waste bin, she adjusts her clothing, smooths her locks, and meanders into the main area where Alastor stands before the newcomer.

(Post 2 of 2) A few other aides are in the room, though Lana knows they will take their usual break in about two hours, so it gives her some time to come up with the perfect distraction. After muttering a short greeting to Kaia and Benson, both wearing lab coats, goggles, and gloves, she steps over to Alastor’s side and pauses before Greyson. -He- is the one that the two guards had mentioned was making trouble all morning, yearning to fight, and the witch cannot help but smirk, “Ah. A new test subject. Bjorn says he’s a fighter!” Something about Greyson reminds her of Tiber, so rather than be frightened to be working with him, it has the opposite effect. Lana enjoys a good challenge every now and again, and the harder she works, the more it pleases Alastor. Getting on the bosses good side had been her priority since day one, and although she had used her brief entanglement with Leopold to her benefit, it seems the doctor has respect for the woman now, as her abilities are beneficial to his life's work. Any prior worries about his brother's disappearance are long gone, as Alastor is more concerned with science than with any sort of emotion. “Yes, Lanara. He’s been rather difficult, but that could work in our favor. The stronger the subject, the more pain they can tolerate, and I have been waiting to up the dosage… I feel this is the right moment!” Greyson expects to be brutalized by those in the lab, but he seems to sense that the beautiful elf is out of place, and so he studies her with an eerie silence. Lana holds his gaze as she steps beyond the chained area and approaches the male, she walks with confidence and holds her hands in her pockets, circling the area he is tethered to, as Alastor watches with glee. “Preparations are complete! Subdue the subject and we will proceed with inserting the lycanthrope strain.” Greyson isn’t going to just let Lanara sedate him, so he lurches forward in hopes of pinning the woman below him, but she half-dodges his attack and they end up hugging for a few seconds before he loses consciousness. Greyson’s head lolls to the side, his tongue hangs out, and his weight as the woman’s knees buckling as she tries to support him long enough that Alastor can give the injection. Once complete, Lana shoves the male off of her frame and rejoins the others in the lab, as they stare at the form of the man that had been given the highest dosage to date of lycanthropy. The witch swallows hard and licks her still bleeding lip, sparing a glance at Tiber. She had never witnessed the initial change, firsthand, as the others had been injected long before she had arrived. Would Greyson survive the change? Were there horrible side effects from the serum? Anxiously, she waits on bated breath, feeling a twist in her gut as her intuition tells her that this isn’t going to go well.

(1 of 2) Tiberius takes this moment to be aware of his surroundings. He stands near a locked cell of the laboratory, and just opposite of him is Tybalt’s room. The door is open with large glass windows, and the visuals are clear to the Catalian. Tiber’s heart paces a beat faster than normal, but only because of the flashbacks he was having. The hard man was stronger than this, was he not? No, no, he was. Tame yourself, Lowell. Eyes stare straight forward at a wall to close the doors to emotions. It had been easier for him in the past to close the doors to empathy. Then, across the way, Corrine is shouting slurs at the witch. Like any guard, or caring boyfriend (but not right now, okay?), would, a blade is taken out of his hilt in case Corrine does anything overly rash in her aggressive state. Although normal, Lanara had been of the most importance--not some random who got themselves in a sticky situation. Tiber has a tense stare as the wild woman backhands the witch and causes the witch to bleed. “Watch it!” Easy for a guard to say, but where was the ignorant smile to top the character Lowell was playing off? There it was, his smile of a snarky, faulty smirk plays across his face as Lanara puts the other woman to sleep. The silver dagger is placed back into his hilt. Tiber scans the room again before he hears a voice from behind him. The sound of a female. The low, muttering voice is scoffing as she remains locked near the wall. “Laugh, you blonde ass.” It was the sound of a teenager. A girl with silver hair and caramel eyes. Violet Virgwyn. “You know I’ll find you when I’m out of here.” Tiberius does not look over his shoulder. Instead his gaze stays forward as the madness happens with Greyson. “I think you have ‘ass’ correct, but I think you’re wrong with finding me, for I found you,” Tiber replies in a very quiet voice. The teenager pauses and furrows her brow. Her voice is still quiet. Only lycans could truly hear what was being said. “Found me? So you and the rest of your gang could torture people who didn’t ask for a life like this?” The girl sits with her hand held high by the chain on the wall. The Catalian watches Lanara and the beast across the room tussle. “No,” he tries to stay steady. “Believe it or not, when I was your age, I sat in the same spot.” Then, pure silence comes from beyond the room. Instantly, another person to the right of him presses her back against the door which makes Tiber step forward as if he was about to address the chaos. Celeste, the pale blonde, had been listening from the other side, as well. The clink of chains. “You’re different, too,” she observes from beyond the door with her doe-eyed gaze. Tiber does not say a word as eyes stay on Greyson’s area.

(2 of 2) Experiment one hundred and two. A brand sits on his wrist: CII. Greyson Briars. The man is about the same body-type as Tiberius. The only difference is that Greyson has darker brown hair with piercing blue eyes that still have a boyish quality to him. He has a solid amount of stubble on his face from the lack of shave. His skin is dirty and sun-kissed from the amount of travel he had inherited being a homeless wanderer. He stares at Lanara with a searching, eerie gaze before lunging towards the witch. “This ends no--” and then the world goes black. From across the room, Tiberius stares wide, but not in panic, for he could not lose his cover. The limp body that lies there begins to crack. The spine of the knocked man begins to lift in an abnormal motion and turns hunched. Fur begins to grow beyond the man’s body and legs begin to lengthen before a loud scream echoes throughout the lab. Blue eyes snap and are wide-awake. “Help me!” He screeches while the others stare. Perhaps it was best to move beyond the gates if the newly-found lycan woke up from the serum. “Ahh!” Greyson shrills as limbs snap, and twist into haunches. Eyes pierce and glow in the dim-lighting. Teeth grow long and vicious--this was a very painful transformation. “Help me!!” He screams again in despair. Eyes are fixated on the woman who injected him, and with a gaze like that: piercing, angry, ready for prey. Lanara better run. On the opposite end of the room, Tiberius is frozen--only because he knew he had to be. All he wanted to do was shout. Close the door, Lana. Run, Lana. Get out of that room and let Alastor handle it.

(Post 1 of 3) Violet finds her mistrust waiver once Celeste chimes in, noting that Tiberius Lowell, or rather the faux security guard, is one of their own. The two women study the blonde male, and each holds their silence, quietly deliberating on the new events that are unfolding. Was this new employee in cahoots with the animal empath? Violet has seen a lot in her short lifetime, so it wouldn’t surprise her if this handsome male was in some sort of relationship with the pretty witch. What are their plans? Do they wish to bring down Ambers? Steal some of the serum? Were the other lycans in danger? “The last thing we need is a fate worse than this, so unless you are here to help, I suggest you keep your distance. We won’t hesitate to kill you, or that woman, if we happen to get out.” The threat is delivered, but again, all three of them fall silent as Greyson Briars shifts into the monstrosity that only a beast can bring. Corrine wakes up from her short slumber and continues to make noise, her screams echoing against the sanitary confines of the lab, which only works to further anger the new werewolf. A wolf’s hearing is exceptional and this newfound ability isn’t working in Greyson’s favor as he lifts his mighty claws and presses them against his sensitive ears. A moment of confusion is in his metallic gaze as he pitifully groans and again drops to all fours, seeing his hideous reflection in the steel floor below. It’s this moment that sends him over the edge, and his first thought is to kill the bastard that created the serum, followed by the elf that had sedated him and aided in this horror.

(Post 2 of 3) Lanara tries to appear unmoved by the obvious pain that Greyson is experiencing, but internally she’s terrified of what could very well be her future. Did normal lycans go through this, too, or was the ante upped due to the injection? The two scientists high five each other and take notes, while Alastor smirks and has a wicked gleam in his gaze, clearly the team is delighted that their experiment is going according to plan. Lana crosses her arms, feeling sick to her stomach, and it’s then that she feels a hand pressing against her back, before she’s roughly pushed over the line of safety and onto the dais where the angry beast awaits. “What the hell?!” Narrowing her dark eyes, Lana spares a heated glance over her shoulder, to see that it’s Alastor that had tossed her into the mix. The sadistic male gives a halfhearted shrug, “I don’t want you to subdue him, as is the usual protocol. I want you to really rile him up! Use your powers, Lanara, for I need his heart rate to go into overload before we inject him again.” Again?! Why would they need to inject Greyson with even more of the serum? Hadn’t they already achieved their goals? Lana nods in agreement, as though she has any idea what the psychopath’s plans are, because if she should refuse, the consequences would be dire. Without another moment's hesitation, she turns to face Greyson head on, quickly dodging to the left and right with each swipe of his paws. Razor sharp teeth narrowly miss her face as one of the restraints on Greyson’s back paw comes undone, and the woman falls to the steel panel and helplessly crawls a few feet back. His spittle lines her cheek, and she can feel the heat from his breath as his beady eyes glare as he dares his next meal to come a little closer. Ambers and the aides are whispering to each other as he dictates notes, and he waves an annoyed gesture at Lanara, as though she were boring her audience.

(Post 3 of 3) Lanara stands up and although she’s trembling and is more likely to insert fear into the werewolves mind, she knows it’s now or never. She is doing this for her own lycan, the love of her life, because she intends to keep her promise. Alastor now holds a flaming poker and incessantly presses the object at the test subjects side, singeing the fur and causing howls to exit the males muzzle. Lana uses this to her advantage, as she takes a steadying breath and spares a final glance at Tiber. All at once, everyone falls silent, even Corrine ceases in her banshee-like screams, as the petite brunette pirouettes and launches herself onto Greyson’s back. Slender arms painfully grip the shoulder area of the nine foot tall male, and as he bucks and twists, she is roughly maneuvered like a rag doll. Lana holds on for dear life, and through her narrowed gaze, she can see the faint movement in Tiber’s lips as he whispers to the two women. She had a distraction planned perfectly, but it seems that her scuffle with Greyson is working far better than she could have hoped, still it causes the witch great pain. One of these women, hopefully -not- Corrine, will replace her spot in Tiber’s heart. As an alpha, he will need a mate to be the Luna of his pack, and since she will be departing the realm of the living, it could very well be Celeste or Violet. It doesn’t register that she is the males twin flame, or that she’s ten times prettier than any of the female patients, but soon enough her sadness turns to fury. Clawing at the beasts back, she growls and digs her knees into his ribcage, while she forces every ounce of hatred into his being. The werewolf is fueled by the woman's jealousy, seeing only red, as he breaks free of the final restraint and lunges at Alastor and the two aides. All hell breaks loose as glass breaks, testing stations are dismantled, and the three scientists flee the room. Lanara remains attached to the werewolf, taking a few hits herself as she ducks and twists, following the orders of her ‘boss’ and refusing to calm the beast that she had now awoken. Alastor is the first to exit the room, as he wags a finger at Tiber, “YOU! Go dip an arrow into the beaker with the blue solution! Make sure not to hit any major organs! Once hit, it will take him about thirty seconds to fall into a tranquil state. Should the witch be struck, it will kill her, and although she’s replaceable, I would rather her remain alive.” And so, Lanara and Tiberius will find themselves barred in the laboratory, along with the other patients. Now is the perfect time for Tiber to discuss an upcoming escape plan, while his witch works on calming down Greyson. Time is of the essence!

(1 of 3) Tiberius is cautious with his words with the others surrounding the premises. Violet’s words ring through his sensitive ears, and although she would not be able to detect any sort of lycanthrope off of him, it was clear something was off with the Catalian--considering he could hear her clearly. “Watch your tongue,” his voice is cold, stern. “You think I won’t hesitate on false moves even if you are locked in a cage? I’m not here for you only, I’m here for him. You’re only part of the plan,” a hand lifts the silver blade out of his hilt and the wolf observes the blade as the point is directed towards Alastor. Tiber pretends as if he is about to prepare to go after the newly poisoned wolf in the chambers. Before Violet says another word, he inches towards the escape door to block it as if he was performing his ‘job’. The screams that echo through the lab make the cursed Catalian want to cringe due to the loudness of it all, yet he remains stoic. Even when Ambers pushes the witch in with the beastly man--Tiber knew he could not have any faulty breath. Instead he has a hard stare, but internally Tiberius is burning, and if one false move happens, the Catalian is not scared to throw Alastor to the wolves without a plan. Tiber knew he would figure out a plan if the witch got hurt. The intensity of Greyson Briars created a conclusion that this was a wolf that would not be able to be taken down easily unless there was a lycan older than him. Someone stronger and experienced. Lanara falls against the steel and there are several inches forward until the woman begins to stand. Tiber’s face looks neutral--cautious, but inside, he feels bewildered seeing his girlfriend as such a pawn.

(2 of 3) As Alastor burns Greyson, a seething fire ignites in Tiber’s back, for the poker made the lycan uneasy and… angry. Hold it, Tiberius, and he is able to… because of that look he gives her. The look of determination, love. Even if it was just a glance. Hold on, Lanara. Please. What was the Catalian even thinking of putting the petite witch in this situation? The patience the man had to have in this moment of time as he watched the witch spiral against the lycan in the chambers. Alastor, then, hollers at Tiber who instantly moves a hand to his back to reach for the arrows he had equipped. Tiber strides across the way to a nearby lab table to dip the arrow in the blue concoction. The tall Catalian dashes into the chamber with a fierce, “Move!” Directed to Lanara and then he watches Alastor escape. Instantly the arrow that is held is tossed to the side instead of directed into Greyson. Tiber was not trying to tranquilize the wolf--not yet. Instead, he grips onto the lycan to help Lanara get a taming on the beast. Hands reach for a firm grasp of fur to hold the beast steady so Lanara could do some sort of empathy thing. She could do that, right? If not, the arrow is still there, Lanara. Tiber was sure he had a hold on Greyson. Experiment one-hundred and two.

(3 of 3) Whatever happens, Tiberius manages to break away from the newly formed lycan. Tiberius pants in the lab. The psychopaths were gone, and there was nothing left but bodies in rooms staring at the man. “Look, I don’t have a lot of time,” he talks swiftly, sternly as he eyes each tied up body. “Straight to the chase, I’m getting you all out of here because, like you, I was in and out of here for years at a point in time. Probably around your age,” he points to Ezra who looks bewildered at the finger-point in his direction. “Alastor has been doing this for years. It’s time he stops and feels the other end of the needle.” A glance goes over to the door. “There’s a charity event at the orphanage tomorrow night. During that event, Alastor will be lured there, and in that timespan, well, you will get to see my shiny face again, now won’t you? Don’t believe me…?” The lycan then tugs on his sleeve, and in front of the cursed captives, is a scarred brand on his wrist that is etched ‘XIII’--experiment thirteen. The same type of branding each person inherited on their own arms. Tiberius Lowell was one of the originals.

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara is barely able to hold onto Greyson’s constantly bucking and writhing frame, and it’s only when he roughly shoves her against a wall, that she yelps in pain. Tears spring to Lana’s eyes, but she refuses to lessen her grip on the male, even if she’s wedged between the back of the beast and the steel wall. Weakly lifting her head, she forces calming emotions into Greyson’s body, the soothing touch taking a minute to kick in as she isn’t as strong as she used to be and her powers aren’t as impressive as before the plague. Thankfully, it works, and she merely clings to the male’s back as her weary gaze looks at Tiber as he speaks to those that are imprisoned at the lab. Celeste looks shocked when the brand is shown, but Violet shakes her head in disbelief. She assumed that Tiber was a disgruntled employee, or perhaps he was another sort of monster, as he was able to hear over a great distance and there is -something- about him that she can’t quite put her finger on. The amulet has done well to hide his true form from those that can detect such things, but perhaps in the presence of other lycans, it gives them pause as they detect that something is slightly amiss with the scent. Violet glances at the tattoo on her wrist, a near mirror to the one depicted on Tiber’s flesh, but she remains silent. Corrine remains silent, but her face looks doubtful, as though she wonders if this is some sort of twisted set up, courtesy of her captors. Tybalt is still sleeping, though the others will likely fill him in at some point, and Greyson is hearing and seeing all of this but he’s a bit ‘high’ from the happy thoughts being transferred from the witch. Ezra is the one that addresses Tiber directly, after they all have a moment of silence, “What is the plan, exactly? You are working here under the guise of a guard, yes, and the facility won’t be as busy as half of the staff will likely be at this event… But you can’t just waltz in here and open all of our rooms and escort us outside. You will be killed on the spot, and it will likely be our fate, too! I don’t think any of us are able to defend ourselves after all that has happened, as we have been bound and trapped, only let out when there’s an experiment to conduct!” Their fate is entirely on the shoulders of the lycan, Tiberius Lowell.

(Post 2 of 2) Lanara waits for an opportunity to slide down the rest of the wall, before she crawls through Greyson’s legs, and stands opposite the male. She can smell his breath, feel the heat of his body, and despite the fact that he’s under her control and thinking happy thoughts, there is still a fraction of a glare in his narrow gaze. The man doesn’t trust her, and neither does he in werewolf form. He’s really not going to trust the witch after her next action, as she bends to retrieve the tranquilizing arrow. “I’m sorry. But, Alastor will have a lot of questions if he doesn’t see that we used this…” Clutching his paw, the witch painfully jabs the arrowhead through the fur, into the flesh of the male and gives it a few twists so it looks as though it had been a close range shot, rather than a stab wound. Standing off to the side of him, she motions for Tiber to hurry up in his speech, as she pauses to catch her breath. Lana wants nothing more than to finish this shift, take a long shower, and curl up in the arms of her boyfriend. She needs to listen to his tale, hold him during the rough parts, and comfort him until a new day begins. He had been there for her, and she wants to be there for him, if only he will allow it. Lana’s thoughts are interrupted as Alastor and the two aides make their way back into the room, all of them barking orders at each other, as Greyson is moved to his unit and restrained. Alastor strokes his chin and thoughtfully eyes Lanara, before he makes a decision and smirks, “Nice work! And I believe that you deserve a little reward! There is a charity event in Gualon, tomorrow night, an hour after sunset. It’s a black tie affair, so you must dress to the nines, because I expect nothing less. Aside from donors and those involved with the orphanage… A few of my esteemed colleagues will be there, so they will be -very- impressed to see that an animal empath is on my team! Seeing as my brother isn’t back yet, although I usually go to these sorts of things on my own, you will attend as my plus one.” The witch manages a small smile and nods, as though she’s truly humbled to be the ‘date’ of Alastor Ambers. In truth, she assumed she would be at the facility with Tiberius, helping him to free the others! For the duration of her shift, the witch works in near silence, dreading the fact that she has to play the role of a trophy on the arm of a man that had destroyed her beloved's youth.

(1 of 2) Tiber catches Lanara’s gaze as he holds out his wrist. He knew he did not have a lot of time left to spare in words. He covers his arm again briskly before looking around the room. Eyes land on Ezra--the reflection of Tiber’s young self. “I’ve been watching the guards for a few days now. Finding exits. Not to mention… what you all are,” he hints to the fact of their lycanthrope. “Your senses are heightened. Those guards don’t stand a chance unless they tranquilize you, or stab you with silver--there should not be too many guards. Top… maybe five? The goal is to be stealthy. Smart not to be touched by a blade. I’m not going to tell you that it’s a guarantee to get you out. It’s a risk you’ll have to take, and a fight that you will have to make. You’ll have time to think what you want to do, but my plan entails for Alastor to be… gone for good. A chance for life beyond bars.” To Tiber’s peripheral, he sees the jab that Lanara takes towards Greyson with the poisoned arrow. The Catalian winced slightly as he found empathy for the wolf being knocked by the serum. “Believe it or not, you decide what you want for yourselves,” and that was all the man had to say, for Alastor was inching closer through the doors again before busting through with words of praise. By then, Tiberius is standing at the room pretending to guard the wolf that is unconscious on the floor. The man acts stoic again as if this was just another normal day on the job. He is silent. No eye contact is given to the others locked away. Eyes, however, squint as Alastor walks past him towards Lanara to give her the news of being his ‘date’. The Catalian is disgusted, and the others locked up would be able to see this disgruntled expression.

(2 of 2) There was not much left of the shift that evening. Lanara had assisted with Alastor Amber’s demands, and Tiber was left to stand guard, passing serums in case things got out of hand, or if Alastor needed another hand to pin a wolf against the wall. Tiberius Lowell showed no mercy, and put on his best show while leaving the imprisoned subjects confused by it all. Out of sorts. Before dragging himself back to the inn, he would wait for Lanara on the shaded hillside before walking in the shadows with the woman to keep themselves hidden from common faces. The night walk was silent on the way back to the inn. No words came from the man until the door of the inn room closed behind them. What was a stoic expression the whole night, melted away. The man looked beaten, guilt-ridden due to how he had to treat the others in the lab that evening. Memories would unfold in that tiny bedroom that he sat in with the chocolate-eyed witch. Memories of abuse, drugs, shock treatment. That face of the doctor. The sociopathic expression the doctor had on his face when the Catalian was just an adolescent. How the doctor made the patients around them feel like they were of zero worth. Useless and only a token to a future prize to a cure. The cure--Tiber had been almost hesitant to take the route by Alastor’s offer tonight. “Wolves… everyone is so scared of them, but what people don’t understand is that they feel more than how a lot of regular folks do which, in the end, makes us stronger.” Perhaps Tiberius Lowell was coming around to accepting what he was, but tonight had thrown him for a therapeutic loop. The lycan then shuts the door to his emotions, so he can spend the rest of his night wrapped up in the Kelvarian elf.