02-05-2006, 01:58 AM
He was called.....Quicksilver. Yes. A fitting name. Even without eyes the cloak would have been able to feel him sliding though the hallways and corridors like liquid Mercury. But one man alone would not be enough to free all these poor souls, and with his group still some ways away, the cloak wasn't sure the speedster would be able to stay out of arm's reach long enough to help to arrive. It couldn't take the quick one out of this place and risk foiling some carefully laid plan. And yet, it couldn't pull it's commrades into this place and thrust them head first into the heart of confusion and conflict.
Could he ferret the actual prisoners away?
No, it too might jeopardize some plan unbeknownst to the cloak. But it felt it had to do something. It had to lend the proverbial hand to the cause, and as such quickly separated itself from it's current host and teleported itself back to the group, latching itself onto the closest person to itself after re-emergence and bombarding him or her with everything it had just experienced. It couldn't 'port them all in blind, but it wouldn't feel so bad porting in someone who knew what to expect.
Could he ferret the actual prisoners away?
No, it too might jeopardize some plan unbeknownst to the cloak. But it felt it had to do something. It had to lend the proverbial hand to the cause, and as such quickly separated itself from it's current host and teleported itself back to the group, latching itself onto the closest person to itself after re-emergence and bombarding him or her with everything it had just experienced. It couldn't 'port them all in blind, but it wouldn't feel so bad porting in someone who knew what to expect.