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[Taricus]

"Okay..."

*Follows Lavi to work*

[Twi]

"No, I served it. So basically, I spent my adolescence largely behind bars. And...prison was an interesting place. Mostly populated by older teenagers and young men, about a third of which were revolutionaries of some sort, half were there for property destruction and such, and the remainder were hardline criminals. I was quickly singled out as the youngest prisoner, and yet the one with the worst charges."
Stephen sighs.

[Phantom]

"Go on."
The Medic leans against the nearest tree/wall/cactus.

[Twi]

"I could have been killed on the first day. You see, German prisons are split into three main groups.
'Erstvollzug' is where first-time offenders go, or for prisoners with particularly short sentences. After that, the majority go to normal prisons, called Regelvollzug. Due to the amount of damage, I went straight to the second type. Third group is for people with very long sentences and have very high security. I stayed far away from there. Anyways, enough about the names of prisons. The point is that as soon as I walked in the door, everyone took notice. And everyone figured I was an easy target."

[Phantom]

"Too bad I never took the time to look at the local prisons.


And those guys paid the price, right?"

[Twi]

"Big time."
Stephen smirks a little, as he has a FLASHBACK...

Spoiler: FLASHBACK (click to show/hide)

 The instant Stephen walked into the cell block, every prisoner's eyes turned. A few really were scum, many had fiery ideals and great plans- but the largest group were simply there yet another time. And they now wondered how this kid got in here.

The guard pushed Stephen into a cell with another, nasty-looking prisoner, and shut the door.  He sighed. "I'd like to inform you that this kid is in here for five years. Arson and murder, and a lot of it... I wouldn't take him lightly. From what I understand, he knows exactly what he's doing." The guard walked out.
The moment that door shut, the block burst into laughter.
"This has to be some sort of joke!" "What, a kid in here?" "Playing with fire, huh?"

The prisoner sharing the cell with Stephan grinned at him. "I can't believe a twerp like you got in here."
Stephen said coldly, "The guard made nothing up. About fifty-seven murders, millions of dollars in property damage."
More laughter. "You think you're so tough just because you burnt a lot of stuff, huh? Let's see how tough you reallyare." The tough prisoner edged toward Stephen, who turned to face him.
"Very well."
"Very well? You're insane!" The man punched the young arsonist in the shoulder, but he took it with minimum outcry.
And again in the other.
"Why aren't you fighting, kid? Too afraid?" The man laughed manically.
Stephen suddenly broke into an evil grin.
"Wipe that smirk off his face!" someone called.
"You bet." A punch is thrown towards Stephen's face.
And stops short, because the hand burst into flame, and it's owner screamed in pain as the others inmates looked on in shock.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" the man shouted.
Stephen sighed in exasperation, and snapped his fingers. The fire went out.
"Told you I'm serious. Don't think that was a trick- I can do it again. Do not speak of this. Ever."
Everyone backed off really fast.
Stephen just sighed and set his head against the wall.

"Yep, they paid the price."
He nods.

[Phantom]

"...Thought so. How was life afterward?"

[Twi]

"Well...I got myself a concealed weapons license, of all things. Mainly so I could buy ammo-I had the gun, but they wouldn't let me buy ammo for it. And so...I took to the streets. And fought."

[Phantom]

"And I guess you fought for the rest of your life, right?"

[Twi]

"Yeah..."
Stephen sighs.

[Phantom]

The Medic sighs in turn.
"Anything specific happen?"

[Twi]

"Well, unsurprisingly, the government figured out that people who messed with me had a habit of bursting into flame, though whether or not the inmates said anything is questionable. Luckily, it was too late for them to do anything drastic, but then I had to fight 'secret agents' too. Which was tough. But obviously, I lived. I even met a girl who liked me, eventually..."

[Phantom]

"I guess something happened to that girl one day, right?"

[Twi]

"...Yup. Goddamn secret agents figured she knew too much. "
Stephen trembles, fury in his eyes.
"And...I made them suffer."

[Phantom]

The Medic looks away for a moment and only whispers in reply,
_{"That makes sense."}