[ Julius had briefly entertained the idea of using his abilities to try and make an escape, but ultimately it might cost him more control than he can afford. Thus he had resigned himself to going peacefully, though not without a telepathic message: ]
This is Julius. I'm going with them. I'll try to feed information out whenever I can.
capture
[ Much like Geir, Julius allows himself to be led into the cell without much protest. Luckily enough, they haven't obstructed his vision yet, so he's able to take note of the path and construction of the building. It's no different from the treatment he would have received back home should he fall into hostile hands, so it's bearable.
His bigger priority is to remain in control of himself over his escape. If he could bide his time and collect intel, then it would be a good change from the monotony of simply working here. The monitors wouldn't be able to get too much information out of him, for he is incomprehensible even to himself - the curse that binds his body unto an eternity of corrosion.
He takes his place at the corner of his cell, sitting down on the floor. Should food come, he would refuse it except for water. Most of his attention is trained on what he can perceive of the telepathic network, and on keeping himself grounded. Should his cellmates try to check on him, they may notice that some parts of his skin have turned white, with a texture much like bark. ]
telepathy
[ Julius has so manny questions, so might as well fire them off while someone might still be listening. ]
no subject
before
[ Julius had briefly entertained the idea of using his abilities to try and make an escape, but ultimately it might cost him more control than he can afford. Thus he had resigned himself to going peacefully, though not without a telepathic message: ]
This is Julius. I'm going with them. I'll try to feed information out whenever I can.
capture
[ Much like Geir, Julius allows himself to be led into the cell without much protest. Luckily enough, they haven't obstructed his vision yet, so he's able to take note of the path and construction of the building. It's no different from the treatment he would have received back home should he fall into hostile hands, so it's bearable.
His bigger priority is to remain in control of himself over his escape. If he could bide his time and collect intel, then it would be a good change from the monotony of simply working here. The monitors wouldn't be able to get too much information out of him, for he is incomprehensible even to himself - the curse that binds his body unto an eternity of corrosion.
He takes his place at the corner of his cell, sitting down on the floor. Should food come, he would refuse it except for water. Most of his attention is trained on what he can perceive of the telepathic network, and on keeping himself grounded. Should his cellmates try to check on him, they may notice that some parts of his skin have turned white, with a texture much like bark. ]
telepathy
[ Julius has so manny questions, so might as well fire them off while someone might still be listening. ]
Who's around here? Are they treating you okay?