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The sound of a pin could be heard, ripped from a grenade as the small egg was chucked against a wall in frustration. An explosion rocked the room laced with the small cackles of embers and rustled paper. A live grenade being tossed in the room created a sound perhaps not the most pleasant over the phone. "Ow" the mad psychiatrist grumbled light squelching sounds perhaps picked up as she withdrew a piece of shrapnel from her chest.

"I ****ing hate that. They've a god damn job to do what is this first day quitting shit?!" Her voice was a murderous growl for a second before she hopped to her feet and recentered herself, or whatever the equivalent was for her. "For their bad business the first session is free, I'll be on my way. Anything else I should know?"

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"Oh Tris my dear you've no idea where I've been. It could be morning for me you never know. Shit have you seen how weird things can be? What's morning for me could be the thirty seventh hour of the evening for someone else." It was hard to know if it was the drug filled ramblings with the cobalt haired figure of crazy, or something genuine unraveled from the madness she seemed to chase down. How many hours were in a morning though wasn't why she was called though, an appointment was.

A elated giggle and brief choke on smoke could be heard before the mad psychiatrist spoke again. "I don't think you'd be calling me if it was someone else" they didn't exactly sit down for tea or have a hour long phone call over Uma after all. "Why is the doctor coming to the one with a debated phd? I'll meet whenever wherever of course. Figure I should get the file though ahead of schedule."

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In a place below the nights sky yet deep below the earth a woman wages war with devils of the mind. Rockets explode against the terrors of the dreams, beautiful things shatter into confetti. The song plays for all the fiends to dance to of blood dripping and automatic weapons it sings the melody of anarchy a lullaby to the five eyed terrors and eight armed abominations. The background dancers in a sleepy sway to the chaos filling the area.

It smells of drugs and candy a euphoric high that makes some unpleasant and some distorted. It's hard to tell if the feeling of warmth is from fun or from the purple sun. Amongst all the enlightening nonsense a call comes, a annoyingly happy ring. The ridden cannon sounds off one more time ridden into the apocalypse.

World falls away to a sea of fire tangerine and jade. Smoke a mushroom cloud of cigars and weed floods the space. And from it the room comes back into a more expected place, with heart a race and brain scattered from place to place. She sits upon a cannon in her office. But the sparks and confetti did fall, the smoke did linger, blurring the possible distinction of real and fabricated from narcotic laced dreams. That was if they were even dreams of course.

"GOOD MORNING" it wasn't morning for either she or the person who'd called though her voice was excited enough to get even the dead out of their blankets of earth to come for breakfast. "You've reached Docter Zulua most professionally questionable professional student of the mentally delirious variety how might I help you!?" She coughed a second after briefly choked by the smoke that filled her room.

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Interesting choice Zulu thought to pay the two kids little mind. They didn't fully know it was the blonde who'd been the oni and she didn't wish to tell them. Was it compassion to spare them? Or perhaps fear of letting them see her for what she at times might be? Or could it perhaps be indifference, they weren't people she knew nor might she ever see them again so why care right? All eyes on Zulu instead though she did at least speak to the other two. Both of whom shrugged "we're disturbed enough thank you" something about their choice of words generating a laugh from the cobalt haired mad woman who ran the place.

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Words would be shared to tell the visions that came as drugs were taken in. The others didn't necessarily need to be told though. A sort of shared hallucination, variations in the rabbit hole taken but they all followed the same rabbit. For Zulu she practically in her mind skipped down the halls and through the doors one eye twitched always following along to the tale being told and journey taken. Zulu herself didn't care if the door was left or right for herself in her own delirium they were all the same. Passing by a father who'd kick her when down the same passage as the one with a brief lover. For the children they both went for the left door only for it to become the right one. Separate journey for them was a trip to peace gone to hell and Zulu skipped through an amalgam of the two. Again though this was not their tale it was Uma's.

Things were softer this time from what was told and what the psychologist visited, haunting hymns and joyous screams muted to instead just point to the path. Right one chosen, left one merges, left to ones own devices things looked to be about to venture down the right road to take. Memories bled into each other fog came in and left shadows of what was cared about. Tight embraces, triumphant metals, weapons of war they packed little weight behind them. An intriguing insight perhaps on the value of all things, or maybe just clarity on what was important at the time. Was it the tunnel vision of someone pointing a barrel down range, or rejection? Road leads deeper.

Move beyond this it's just the start of a much longer process this seemed to become more clear that what they'd seen in the fogs of narcotics was just the perception wanted to be seen. Pretty things, the makeup for a soldier, wasn't not real but wasn't reality. Trip becomes more moist, setting damp blood dripped to fall to the celling as the road began to widen. Feelings of touches along the body, shiver down the spine excitement in the legs least that's what Zulu felt but the subject kept going. No time to savor sensations in one hallway road had yet to reach it's dead in. A clear door ahead, maybe it was just Zulu but she imagined it's clarity was do to it being a larger sized thing.

Corpses start to point the way, many in number and the lead didn't pay them much mind, pointless to feel. Monsters lurked in the woods they indulged in vices carnal and visceral some human some beast some with humans some against beasts. It was all captivatingly clear when concealed into being less seen. Look hard and they disappear look away however and know they're always there. Just keep putting a foot forward until amongst the trees they reach the door. Something hear felt more real and in its genuine presence it felt foul. Open to find towering figures broken and splintered. Some impaled some clutched to weapons longing to run enemies through. Some clutched wounds trying to hold in organs and vitality while others seemed frozen in place having bled out but still reaching to try and find a throat to crush. Sea of blood with with feathers of gold floating along, a hand dips in to fetch such a thing and tend to it for a time as they go on. It seemed to rain of those who fell in robes and broken wings, the warden getting a sense of what might soon come. Pay the cannon balls that never resurfaced no mind find the island at the center of the sea, walk on blood to find a feast.

Stain of vermillion stops knowing the world besides a set of eyes, no corpses to break blades of grass, and towering brutes can no longer be found. A table a humble scene, people few in number maybe to some but enough to make the place seem warm a plentiful amount if one were to ask Zulu. If the warden were to blink twice to briefly see her own she would find a table only with a crocodile man and a vengeful eyed blonde. A figure was off to the side of her patients table, hidden yet malicious. Coral pink eyes looked into the inky spot in the otherwise well lit scene, couldn't help but smile seeing what'd helped lead down this rabbit hole. A god of lightning feasted with a not quite oni in his lap and fade out.

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A smile seemed to greet the warden from a soldier still in her chair. Pink eyes met red and two kids looked to the floor. A smile was returned and like so much of what'd disappeared the two kids seemed to fade from view. "Good enough for me to leave you with one more question? Do you want to go to your room or to your home? Settle in or pack up, I'll have the report by the morning." Raising from her chair however she ceased twirling a grenade and braid of hair to withdraw something from her belt. A feather golden and clean, though it still looked as if it had come from a broken thing. The boat would come in the morning, Zulu confident in saying her patient had found herself. Was perhaps some ominous signs in the last session but it wasn't the kind of a troubled mind from what Zulu saw. So to her that wasn't particularly something of her concern.

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A boy sits to the left scars along the arms but hope in his eyes. A girl sits to the right she seems serene and at peace in posture but the look in her eyes is hollow. Room seems to be a swimming in smoke technicolored throughout the office and casting a strange collage of lighting effects. For now the Warden sits, she gives her patients the room to speak and to vent.

"I want to go home."

"I want to go anywhere else."

A counter from one of them comes "you just want to see mom again."

"Is that so wrong, you want to hurt like her."

Zulu sighed, twirled azure bang's with a finger and the aroma of the room changed ever so slightly. "Relax you both want the same and you know of it. Question is what of it can you actually get? Know it hurts but by now you know your limitations."

"We can go forward but not see her or feel what she did."

"Still afraid of the oni but the oni isn't why we're here" the other spoke, speak of the devil and she'll appear. A knock on a door and a blonde enters the room, the warden points to two doors, much like before a door on the left and one to the right but this time there was a gate keeper. A child who'd lost their mother so far away in the land of the rising sun. The warden however leaned forward, balancing her chair as two of the legs came off the carpet. There was a determination in the guest that made Zulu expect a promising session.

She opens her mouth to speak, a ring of pink smoke filtering into the air. "Wasn't the visitor I expected I think it did you good however. Like the air around you, you've hope lol. But let's face reality with this comes despair as well, see how strong that will is." Unorthodox as the warden was however she picked up a bong from her desk and moved across the room. Took in some for herself then handed it over to the inmate. "Breath the room in, take a hit. Let's see how you do this time shall we?" Whatever control Zulu usually had of the situation she let go of. Whole room and all within likely seemed lighter and more malleable to ones own mind. Whatever the next trip was Zulu wanted to leave largely in the hands of the recovering subject. The cobalt haired patient of Azylum only a rough guide this time for the intriguing blonde.

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"No I don't regret it, you can keep me out of work for awhile if you want because of that. Far as I'm concerned though she has it coming and if I don't do it someone else in there probably will." Jessie remarked over the video call she was in with the warden. Sounded like to her that the mighty and marketable hero Kaija, was just a soldier who didn't care. To her she saw a woman who amongst all her kills and collateral shrugged it off. Inhuman was a word that came to Jessie's mind. Uma wasn't a threat because of what she was but who and the blonde thought that needed to be put to rest.

The warden on the other hand pinched her brow in frustration. "Staff as it is don't know if I can damn well should though. Will have to sort out the rest though, we don't kill our inmates and staff if it can be helped." Despite being lighthearted in her approach often times with an arguably dangerous morality she couldn't allow such behavior. Closing the call the cobalt haired warden began to rummage through papers and documents to sort out who might be problematic. She didn't wish for her already questionable business to crash and burn with more attacks like the one recently. Some couldn't be helped, as the place looked to take in some of the most dangerous of people but efforts at least had to be made.

Then perfectly timed to be terrible timing for her the blonde inmate arived onto the scene. A knock and then claiming a chair as her own. Honestly Zulu found that little action as rewarding in a way that she would just come to her and take a seat. A level of trust and confidence was there at least as Zulu saw it, a few small talks here and there over the days and plenty of time to reflect and now the guest of her humble abode had come to her. "Morning" she remarked in returned greeting.

"You do, to think you could be talking with anyone you want. Boss, boyfriend, coworker, fangirl anyone you want and yet you came to me. Should I feel honored?" The remark came with a tease and grin she did feel a sense of accomplishment however for the warden. "If you want to let her come back she can, we do need the staff. Frank and herself are the leads in security here. Can't have people trying to off each other regularly though so have to keep her out for now, she's basically stuck home and under watch." It was also however something the warden had quickly spun into another test of the character before her. A portion of what may happen to Jessie next being left to the person nearly shot by her.

Organizing the papers she pushed them across her desk. "That'd be good to do I think for both parties but don't want to force it. She wasn't the only one though just one of the two who've bounced back. The other is that guy James Levoe who lost his wife in France. Two giants tore through his house in a fight while he was at work. Theres those two kids" a thirteen and fourteen year old brother and sister. "They don't know it was you, but their mom started to turn in Japan was them or herself though so she ripped out her own innards. And finally we have this guy Ralph, his work destroyed by a kaiju he watched as a towering blonde fought the creature and it was actually fine. But a striking resemblance to his wife he'd lost in car accident he saw his bride as towering devil destructive and dominant and it just led him to snap."

She shrugged and then continued "way I see it you've just done your job in most those cases and was the victim in one it wasn't in your control. It happened though and so they ended up in here."

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I'd say you did the job rather well while you had it <3

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"A million really, that sounds a little tiny ever so small bit likely exaggerated don't you think?" The warden remarked with rampant sarcasm. "For real though she was a perfectly fine employee until you came along. Just had to assist in her recovery of getting over someone stepping on her father."

Struggling to her feet and taking to the opposite end of the room Jessie glared. "Should have better control of myself, cant tell me you're surprised at someone wanting vengeance though bitch." The woman remarked straightening her uniform and hair. The bruises and various aches and pains were much easier to get over for her. Wasn't the first fight she'd been in as agonizing as her body felt it wasn't new. The knot in her gut of rage at the woman however was something Jessie hadn't gotten to experience.

"Take the week off, don't think Frank want's that much OT but he at least won't try to kill the inmates." Not exactly the punishment perhaps that the guard deserved but the unorthodox nature of Zulu found it so. Having a rather addictive presence to the employees and inmates who'd been here longer though Jessie seemed to be taking such hard as Zulu pointed the woman out of the room.

"With how things played out the woman came here a mess. Her dad was no saint but was still a good person to her then he was gone. Fact she ended up here for a bit says she might not of been of the most sound mind in the first place but she wasn't bad. Not really relevant perhaps to your case but I wonder do you care about the effects when you kill? Crushing buildings squishing soldiers, it effects people. That could just be labeled as collateral of the job though right? Or is it maybe just the influence of that other side that makes one care so little?" The azure haired warden inquired before thinking up away to make up for the transgressions of her employees.

"Before you answer though I got an offer for you. Few days from now would you like to have a visitor called in?"

A Few Days Later Visitor Room

The towering figure would stand before the one and only entrance into the room. If things were problematic of course he would be there as a roadblock. Zulu placing confidence int large reptilian figure who crumpled bones like paper. On a floor above from a series of windows gunmen were ready they didn't have guns out at all times but eyes were glued to the room should need arise for them to take a course of action. No guards or warden wanted a circumstance to arrive where force was needed but to do their job right they had to consider it. In the corner of the room the warden herself sat open to discussion with inmates or those held dear to them but not wanting to be intrusive either toward them.

Room in question was sterile and clean, polished well painted walls and porcelain tiles of limited funds they had some care had gone into the room. Chairs and tables were however screwed into the floors a necessary precaution given how violent some people had been known to be. Along the wall not to far from where the insane warden sat was a book shelf covered in games. At the time could only provide board games and card games but damned if the staff didn't try to make at least some options available. As for other inmates and guests in the room it was largely vacant.

The sea captain sat with skip playing something with trap cards and trying to tread lightly in regards to the setting. Carpenter the man coated in tally marks sat beside a rather clean well suited man who given way hands were held was likely his partner. Besides them only sat a woman in an opposite corner talking incoherent nonsense to a cat. Whoever the blonde newcomer wanted to converse with the warden would try to make it possible. Recovery and figuring out who oneself had to be Zulu thought could be further assisted by possible company who was she to oppose it?

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It'd been over a year ago that a city dropped from the skies, that one Swiftpaw died. Crushed under a boot with about as much significance as an ant. She tried her best for now to be polite "was only a year or so." There was some sympathy to the remark, to think it so long ago. The blonde inmate probably went through so much. It didn't change however that the commentary sounded cold.

"It's why I was in here though." Took awhile to bounce back from the loss, to realize lashing out at the world wasn't a solution. That had lasted for a prolonged time but such was hard to maintain when looking the killer in the face. "They had it coming to be fair, would of preferred my dad never be amongst them. Doesn't change the outcome." To have developed means though to depower them made one wonder why so much destruction and death had to be apart of the event. Dragged a city into something that could be brought crashing down and somehow everyone was supposed to act like that was a valid course of action and the secrecy acceptable. "To be fair I'd of probably never thought you were the same if you hadn't been in here." Identity of Kaija and Uma while not to distinctively different had been enough and maintained privacy.

Sadly Jessie couldn't treat it with a laugh and a lighthearted response. A grip tightens cold hands to colder steel, can't help but hold to it till knuckles whitened. Draw was quick from purse to hopefully neck high wouldn't set a record but might come close to matching one. Finger was quick to find the trigger swifter to squeeze it down so that the weapon might bark and send rounds down the limited range between the two. Fully intended to kill "so easy to kill when it's just the job right?"

Barely a minute later and the warden was there. She half expected to find one of them dead whoever it was who'd gotten into a fight. Also suspected it was probably between the most popular of new inmates and the woman who'd lost someone to her so long ago. Two guards, assault rifles at ready middle finger resting on the identilock biometric system mandatory on every gun that came through tbe asylum. Intended to help insure that should something happen the inmates couldn't use such firearms. Zulu herself between the two and ready to interject, if the guard still had a gun in her hand Zulu would look to place herself between handgun and inmate. Deranged doctor willing to get shot for her own patients safety it would seem. "If ya girls are going to fight please do it without someone being dead. Also tell me you're not dead, please." Securing the situation came as a priority, then sorting out whatever mean girls situation was going on. Though the cadence of the cobalt haired oddity probably was a tad less serious then it ought to be.

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"Do they have to be necessarily different? Philanthropist promoting welfare of others, idealist guided by ideas over practicality. What makes us happy probably isn't always practical. Having an electric boyfriend probably is great, could be just as dangerous though. Having a heroic nerd for a friend probably is nice, but how long before she gets hurt for it or someone else does. List goes on, most rewarding thing comes more from ideals then money. If that's all philanthropy is then that isn't me, I don't exactly have a rich girl's fashion choice. If ones wellbeing is more then that though then how do you distinguish the two." Zulu remarked checking one of the belts she wore as if to emphasize that if it was monetary it didn't really seem like Zulu.

She shrugged afterward. "Is mostly just my own message though. Don't want a killer like say Carpenter over there free" her finger gesturing to the scarred tally marked figure in a straight jacket in the corner. "To have him think himself anyone but who he is though would be a disservice to him as a person. Work may be a danger I find it rewarding though to get people to who they are. Later" she remarked as her commentary ended and the patient eventually went off to do whatever it was she more or less chose to do.

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A hand is met by another, firm near the end ever so slightly tighter then it might have needed to be. Her body slightly colder in temperature then it should have been some might of noticed. Shaking hands with inmates usually deserved a bit of waiting in most cases. Had to after all have a level of trust in the inmate, who might be crazy like so many here. Today though she wanted to try and have a softer touch for the moment to be less assuming to the other blonde. "Frank's the one to know if you ask me. Good man" better then herself, not as good as the deceased.

"It'd be good to get to know others though. Mind lifting the bed?" Was offered seemed more convincing and polite to ask though. Moment she was on her knee though she had half a mind to reach for a gun and look to try and turn the situation into an advantageous one. "Like I said routine check."

"Seen a guy chew on his desk to the point he had a sliver of the wood come off. Wanted to use it to shank a mob boss in here. Vigilante justice he said, makes me wonder how stable the rest of the heroes and vigilantes are." Getting to her feat she exhaled. "Seems clear again sorry for the inconvenience. I've a question for you though, what was Nebraska. That any reason you're in here, know that's kind of insensitive but I had family in Nebraska."