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Spam for Arthas!
[Prefect had lived in Region 10 for so long now that he'd been allowed to customize his cell somewhat. There wasn't much, a few cut out pictures from magazines stuck up on his walls, a verse of poetry he'd been given by Charles taped up beside where he slept. He'd papered the ceiling with photographs of the night sky, over the years filling it right out to the four corners of the room.
When he looked at the stars, he felt as if he could have been anywhere, in a million places at once. It was a good feeling.
It had been two days since his last excursion to the exercise yard, one day since his last session with Professor Xavier, and nearly a month since he'd last been taken to the lab. Most days, he was confined entirely to the four walls around him, but the possibility for change was enough to keep him rising each morning.]
When he looked at the stars, he felt as if he could have been anywhere, in a million places at once. It was a good feeling.
It had been two days since his last excursion to the exercise yard, one day since his last session with Professor Xavier, and nearly a month since he'd last been taken to the lab. Most days, he was confined entirely to the four walls around him, but the possibility for change was enough to keep him rising each morning.]
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[Arthas rapped the short club that handler guards were allowed to carry against the bars of Prefect's cell.]
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Where are we going?
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Lab. Come on.
[Arthas unlocked the door and returned the ring of keys to an inner pocket. They were exchanged for a pair of handcuffs which he jingled at Prefect pointedly as Arthas pulled the door open.]
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I don't like the lab.
[Prefect rubbed his fingers together ponderously, glancing from the handcuffs up to Arthas and back again. There's always the temptation, in those first few moments before the handcuffs are on. Arthas might not be quick enough to stop him, if he tries to slip into the man's mind.]
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[Unity with the hive would fix that. Or perhaps it would make Prefect bad tempered as well. Either way, it would resolve their differences... But he didn't want his neck broken, so he rose, and wandered over to Arthas, without any real urgency.]
You know it's been eight months since I embraced anyone into the hive. I can do handshakes now, without even feeling humans out for suitability. So it probably wouldn't be self defense.
[Probably.]
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[Arthas cuffs Prefect as quickly as possible (he's wearing gloves, he always wears gloves now) and points him towards the hallway.]
Move.