[googlefont=Rubik Burned]Before you know it, the neverending cycle of this place has taken hold of you.

Wake up. Eat your mochi. Endure the humiliation. Get to work. Lift the rock. Fail to lift the rock. They're still laughing at you. Take your punishment. Wash off the blood. Head back to your cell. Sleep. Dream. Wander the neon city. Then, before you know it, you're waking up again.

Sometimes, others are humiliated instead of you. Sometimes, you're rewarded for your efforts. Sometimes you sleep on the cot, sometimes on the floor, and sometimes... Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes. It's all just sometimes, isn't it? But you are not sometimes a prisoner. You are ALWAYS a prisoner. As your perception of time blurs together into days and weeks and months and more, you start to wonder if you'll ever stop being a prisoner.

People rally around the strange creature in the centre of the Megalopolis. A voice in your beckons for you to seek it out. Lulu Flint tells you to believe in your freedom.

But you just can't.

Not anymore...

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When you wake up on the supposed "last day of work", the weight around your neck feels surprisingly light. You find it easier than usual to drag yourself up to your feet, and easier to stand tall. Despite that, you slouch anyway. Not much worth standing tall over. Not yet. But that'll all change soon.

YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.

As the cell bars slide open, you immediately march back over to the boulder, right where you left it. How long ago was it since you first tried to lift it? Since then, it's certainly gotten much smaller, bits and pieces chipped away by your effort and exertion. Still, it's big, and still, it's heavy. But today is your last day. This chance is your last chance.

YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.

Your first attempt is pathetic. You hunch over and try and hoist it up, only to fail to even budge it.

YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.

Your second attempt is better. You put more into it. More consideration, more strength, more care. You manage to pull it a few inches off the ground, but eventually, you're forced to put it back down.

YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.

More. More consideration. More strength. But, less care. You don't care how badly it's going to hurt you. You don't care if it minces your arm like meat and snaps your back like a twig. YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.

And you do. Centimetres, then inches, then feet. As your muscles scream in pain, you slowly manage to pull the rock up to your chest, but that's where it ends. Your strength runs out and your body starts to fail. You freeze for a minute, arm trembling as it struggles to simply hold the rock in place. You can't do it. Not right now. But from this height, with enough force...

YOU MUST LIFT THIS ROCK.

So, sucking in a breath, you smash the rock down onto the ground.

It cracks.

It breaks.

IT BURNS.

A scream of agony tears its way out of your throat. It feels like an atomic bomb just detonated beneath your feet. The intense heat washes over you like a river of fire flowing towards the new sun. As the last of the burning pain leaves you, you fall to your knees, coughing and spluttering gasping for breath as you clutch your chest.

Something feels different. You don't know what. But you can tell...

Your thoughts are interrupted as the green dog's Toxic Chain smashes right into you. It's excruciating, made doubly so by the fact you didn't get the chance to recover from the prior blaze. Yet, it's not unexpected, is it? After all, that fucking mutt has never liked you. In a chain of "weak" links, it clearly thinks you're the weakest. It's always tried to hurt you, ever since the very start.

Perhaps that's why your Toxic Chain mutated in the way that it did.

In the split-second following the impact, your own Toxic Chain reaches down to sink into the hound's, like a parasitic worm burrowing into another parasitic worm. Strange lines like the ever-branching canopy of a tree spread out from its touch, flowing through the magenta organ like trickling water. Harmless, at first.

And then, they reached the nervous system.

Sharing is Caring: Through contact with the Toxic Chain, Shred is able to "share" his nervous system with another, allowing them to feel what each other feel - Namely, the overwhelming pain that is Being Shred Zeppelin.

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Lulu Flint
TL;DR - Shred loses hope, continues to hyperfixate, regains hope, breaks the rock, gets himself burnt but doesn't notice the orichalchum marks (yet), gets ownzoned by Okidogi but unfortunately for him he fell for one of the classic blunders!!!

Grigori did not rise immediately. Not at first, when the chaos began. His eyes were fixed ignorantly to the floor. Rebellion? Against those who promised him such a bright future? Absurd. Unthinkable. Rocket had molded him into the perfect, obedient grunt, and the similarities betwixt this hell and the other one were too numerous to count.

It made him uncomfortable. Perhaps he deserved to die on the cold floor, on his knees, hands gripped on two polished tera shards. Grunts did not fight back. Especially those that apparently fantasized about their organization crumbling to dust, and all his bosses systematically eliminated. At least here, he could pretend to die with dignity.

But fate always had second plans. It got him through his younger years, it brought him to Hoenn. It led to the death of June’s father. And now, it manifested in the chain that promised salvation. Literally.

The chain manifested a hand. Then, the hand pushed off the ground. Grigori was on his feet. A nearby Megalopolan attempted to expose his brains to the world, but the chain swatted the opposing toxic chain away. It did not stop the assault, however. On the second go, it blocked the hands once more.

Again, and again, and again. It didn’t give him a second chance; it bought him more time until his inevitable demise. If he wanted to truly live, then he'd have to make it happen himself. “Fine, then. I will do this for June, and June alone.”

On the next parry, Grigori surged forth and plunged the tera crystals into the fleshy bits of the guard’s stomach. As they writhed on the ground, he ran for the lift. His chain prevented attacks for fellow ward members, and he tried to avoid as many of his superiors as possible. They could not know his folly.

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Tl;dr
 - Ugly Ward
 - Grigori is a good noodle and doesn't RISE UP at first
 - Toxic chain has other plans, and grows a hand
 - Lifts him up, and prevents him from dying immediately
 - Ultimately decides to not be an idiot, stab the guard, and runs for the lift
 - Still avoids his bosses though, they are scawy
TOXIC CHAIN ABILITY: GO-GO GADGET DEFENSE HAND
 - Acts like, well, a hand
 - Protects, but does not attack. Parries, deflects, prevents, the whole nine defensive yards
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When he heard the voice he knew that his plan had paid off....Or his bet as Lulu Flint had put it. All that mattered is that he had been right in the end, he had been correct, and their words had reached Azelf even if only a little. They had stirred it, and now they had a plan of action. They had to free it, they had to free it, and that would require them to all work together, despite his hatred of the Ugly Ward (except for ameena abadi), he would work with them for survival.

So the day continued with nothing exciting happen, but the clock was ticking, and on the morrow all hell broke loose. Chaos erupted around him, and every was fighting with everything that they were worth. His mind had been on one thing ever since he had seen Draco trapped in the dream with ameena abadi. To get free, and to take his revenge, and now he was going to be able to do that. This entire time freedom had been focus, and that's why the ability that his Toxic Chain granted him was the power to seize that freedom with his own hands.

For as long as he had been alive Amor had enjoyed flying, on the back of one of his dragons the sky was freedom to him, the vast blue ocean of clouds above them, was the essence of freedom. His feet lifted off the ground, and he blinked as he realized that he was floating, and then another blink as he realized that he could fly through the air around him. For the brief time he was able to fly, the question became whether he'd fly to close to the sun?

The answer....He'd dive straight into it which is what he did grabbing a sharp Tera Shard off the ground he launched himself through the air at top speed towards Munkidori with the full intent to stab the Tera Shard straight into it's skull. Of course it was all happening so fast that he didn't tell Melody Miro about his plan, nor did he notice the truth of his ability. Metallic Wings had sprouted from his back which is what propelled him forward, and the feathers were bladed so as to cut open a path in front of him to grasp the thing he desired most.

All of the guards that were held in place by Eris Halla's ability were summarily hacked apart by the bladed wings as he flew towards Munkidori, he was indiscriminate for the first time in his life, as the rage at seeing Draco in that state boiled over, and for the first time he acted like a true Rocket. Perhaps to the horror of those who knew how much he detested killing unless necessary. None of that mattered right now as he jetted towards Munkidori carving a bloody path towards the object of his hatred, and with his wings, and the shard in his hand he attempted to hack the creature into pieces.

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TLDR
Toxic Chain Ability - Archangel's Wings - Amor's desire for freedom, and revenge along with Azelf's will gave birth to this set of Metallic wings that possess the ability to allow him to fly. The feathers on the wings are as sharp as a sword, and are able to cut through flesh like butter.

Amor is currently really pissed off after seeing Draco in a test tube, and is hacking his way at top speed towards Munkidori with his new ability!
Anything, and anyone that gets in his way will not be spared!
Yippee for murder!