Thread: The beast of innocence.

Jina watched wide-eyed in shock at the girl's transformation from innocent near-albino teen to a porn magazine hood ornament busty broad. She would have busted up laughing at the impersonation if she wasn't so knocked off kilter by the display. She was use to encountering sheltered teens that hadn't been taught birds and bees by conservative parents. She was use to obscene pictures flaunted by guys who needed a lay. She wasn't use to seeing the entire image of a person morphing into something else, even after she had read of this ability in the information logs on this girl. To read about it was one thing, to actually see it, especially in such a starkly contrasting manner, was something that Jina was far less prepared for than she had known. Even after the girl returned to her normal form, Jina was stuck in shock for a good minute or two, her brain trying to process what she had just seen. Half of her was suddenly scared shitless by something that by all the laws of nature and physics that she knew, shouldn't exist. The other half of her was awed into near idolism at such a display of power. Suddenly, she knew exactly what the rest of the people here that had more than two brain cells were afraid of. She took a step back and a deep breath as her face went expressionless while she thought about the problem emerging before her eyes. Not only was a young girl being held against her will, exploited, and endangered by this company and its desire to use her as a living weapon. The dangers presented to the girl by the way she had been treated were becoming even more blatantly obvious. How much psychological trauma could a person take before they broke? How much further could they push this girl before she became a danger to herself and others? That is, if that hadn't already happened, which remained to be seen considering that Jina knew those who had worked with this girl previously had vanished from the face of the earth after they had been phased out. Something else this girl hadn't been told, though Jina was reluctant to reveal this information just yet. There would be a better time and place for that. Right now, Jina realized, she needed to focus on figuring out how to get this girl out of this place, asap. Then there was the whole matter of how she was going to go about trying to supply what Winter really needed to heal, if that was even accomplishable at this late stage of her development. That might be better left up to Winter to decide what cracks she wanted to mend and which ones she didn't really give a rat's ass about after finding freedom. Could she even survive outside this place? Would Jina be making it worse by removing her from this facility? Jina shook her head to clear it, tossing out all the unanswered questions. In all reality the only thing that mattered was giving this girl her chance at freedom. What happened beyond that was up to Winter and fate. Jina had no choice but to stick with her gut and her own code of ethics and honor. Winter deserved a chance to run from these people. She deserved a chance to live based on her own choices, no matter what the cost of that might be. Jina thought about how others had asked her to display her power. She thought about all of the security measures in place. She thought about all that the girl was supposedly capable of. She glanced at her watch, then back at the girl, wondering how easy it might be for the girl to hide something on her person using her shifting gift to make it seem like there was nothing out of the ordinary. Then she thought about the ways security might use to try to repress her or knock her out of commission in order to keep her from using her abilities to escape. The end equation seemed to be that symbiotic relationship between the girl and the virus. How far did it really go? What could it do to preserve itself and its host if it were truly pressed into a life or death situation? Surely the girl must already have escape on her mind, somewhere. Jina's tongue barbel clicked softly against her teeth as she realized the majority of the tests this facility ran focused on physical abilities rather than mental. There had to be a loop hole they were missing with that. Genecorp only wanted to preserve its golden egg. What would it do if that golden egg suddenly started showing unexpected signs of illness? Surely, it would be possible to fabricate something like that using the virus itself. The question was, how far was Winter willing to push herself in order to get out? Candy? Like what kinds of candy? she knew the response was extremely delayed, but she knew she had to pick the conversation back up. Why did they stop bringing you meat on Fridays? she asked, the oddity behind that nagging at her. There were two ways this could go, either use illness as a diversion, or simply find whatever it was her body needed most to trigger her strengths and deliver a supercharge of that substance through some seemingly innocent method. In either case, the girl's ability to maintain some sort of mental control over herself was critical to timing an attack. Jina let a faint look of mischief enter her face to see if the girl could catch on to Jina's derailing scheming.