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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:26 pm
[Alpha Eight is Healing himself]
Deathly silent, Alpha Eight had remained on the outskirts of the morbid decision the first time to avoid recognition and certainly to avoid being nominated for such an awful act. He simply wanted to get off the island as soon as possible. The over-sized had instilled this desire all too well. What was humorous a few moments before had quickly turned too despicable for even A8 to laugh at. Now it was finally setting in for Alpha Eight. If he wanted to survive to day seven, he needed to get that ******** pendant. Unfortunately, his vantage point on the sidelines didn't remain a safe haven for long as Alpha One's attack became the worst possible option for any of them as the beast bellowed out fire.
"Damit!"
Falling to the ground and rolling the sand, he did his best to put out the flames. The pain from the burns and the god awful feeling of trying to put out the flames with sand weren't his top concerns. Surprisingly, he actually was concerned for the well being of his team for one reason alone: Alpha Eight needed these suckers alive if he wanted to make it out of this hell hole. They certainly weren't allowed to die before they at least kept Alpha Eight from dieing. Hell no.
Scurrying further back from the beast, Alpha Eight felt relieved for the second time that he had his bandages handy to patch himself up. The others could wait since he certainly was his own top priority. However, he didn't let this distract him from keeping a low profile. Now that the fire was out, he needed to keep the act up.
"Oh no! Are you alright Boss!?"
Priceless. He should win an award or at least get his own reality show. Actually, forget the show. Alpha Eight just wanted the money.
Weapon being used: Bandages
Amount Healed: 1 (FAIL)
Total HP value left: 16
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:38 pm
[Z5 is hit by the flames... and so is Fiver's poor body. FREE CREMATION! ]
Z5 was still in some sort of shock. True he didn't know the man that had fallen but it was still a person. Still someone who at least was sociable. A face he knew in the crowd.
The demand for another body made him raise up his head. His body shook and this time it was out of suppressed rage. That ********' horse! If he didn't have Fiver's body to protect he would go up there and shove his fist right into its face!
But it seemed like the others were more then happy to do it for him. He felt a bit of justification as they lashed out at the one who started the mess. "See, Fiver..." He informed him then noticed red staining his armor. Blood... He peered at the man's broken arm and then to his fingers. Slowly he brought up his hand and on his own helmet scrawled a bloody '2' after the '5' on it.
Two. He was Fiver two. As the flames lit up he jumped back managing to get scorched and watching it catch on the body in front of him. He struggled with himself not to bat out the flames as he looked up at the monstrous horse.
Giving a nasty pat to his arm Fiver the Second put out the flame, not even flinching at the pain.
His eyes instantly went to the fallen A10. From the look of it and the way the man aws gripping his mace, she was a dead woman walking.
HP: 14
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:42 pm
Zeta 12 was sent flying, and then lit on fire. His hopes of ganging up on the beast once more dashed. The pain was immense, and matched his bruised ego nicely. There was no hope left. Someone had to die. But, he wasn't even brave enough to volunteer himself, let alone hurt anyone. Zeta 12 laid on the ground a little longer, hissing at the pain all over his body.
Shaking, he got up, grabbing his dagger at the same time.
If only I was brave. If only I had enough guts to make decisions. All these people... They deserved to live. They had survival instincts. He had mistaken them for monsters, attacking their comrades, but at least they had guts. Guts to act.
He wobbled his way back to the group. At the very least, he would not cower and hide from his fate. Should he be attacked, so be it.
It was then, as he stumbled toward the others, he somehow felt the vibration of his cell phone on his belt. How he felt this over all of the stinging pain was beyond him, but he checked his mail regardless.
The message was strange, but did not address him. He worriedly closed the device, putting it back to his belt as he stared down. Who were those people? Why were they called? Did they do something bad? Good?
These were things he tried to stop mulling over. He had so much else that he already had to deal with, and early grave being the big one.
((
Hit by Fire = Current HP: 15
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:49 pm
(Burn baby burn! Z7's Hp: 15)
Z7 felt numb, it was so hard to move.
We killed someone, either by violence or by standing aside.
We all killed him.
His eyes didn't realize how some of the squad members retaliated back from the horse's new request, Blank eyes behind the mask was looking without really seeing.
But he could feel. it was hot, so very hot in that suit. IT hurt, badly. Z7 was screaming in pain as he was patting out tiny embers on his suit that smoldered and sent strange fumes into the air.
The dragon was not going to be happy till they all were dead. At least he was alert now and focusing on keeping the others alive as he rejoined their position.
What's a few burn marks now, they were all going to hell soon enough.
Maybe they were there already. "Heh looks like attacking that sonofabitch was a bad idea from the start, eh brat?" He asked the now passed on Fiver in his mind. It looks like he was going to have company soon, one way or another.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:50 pm
((HP: 12))
Oh hell no.
A7's arms clutched tighter around A10's body as the monster decided to turn her into another potential sacrifice. He could feel the burn of eyes turning towards them, even as squad members started hurling their attacks at the monster itself. A7 felt another surge of pride and camaraderie when he saw A1 turn, and all he wanted to do was put A10 down and fight alongside the man. He had no chance to make that decision, as the flames blossomed out and blanketed the group in pain.
A7 instinctively turned, offering his back to the flames and protecting A10 with his entire body. He screamed as the pain flooded him, dropping down to one knee in agony. When it was over, he could still feel the singe of angry welts on his body, and yet.. the suit. The suit was unharmed. He let out one final scream of frustration, before unfurling his arms, which had tightened into a ball to keep the majority of the fire away from A10. He checked on her, still unconscious, and still injured by the fire, but minimally. Minimal was enough, however - it was clear she was barely hanging on by a thread.
"You can go straight to hell." A7's head turned in a vicious snap, glaring up at the dragon. "You're going to kill us all anyway. If I'm going to die, I won't have the blood of another death on my hands. You've had ENOUGH, you PIECE OF s**t."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:03 pm
Zeta Eight hadn't looked too impressed when the monster's voice rose up again, his practically gleeful voice washing over the two teams with a sense of impending dread at the ultimatum. She had been willing to sacrifice one of their own before, she certainly wouldn't protest now, certainly not when the sheer size of the creature alone could crush every bone in their bodies. Instead, she stood as still as she always did, watching as the others rose up in an indignant, terrified rage, rushing forward in an obvious attempt at defiance to swarm the unmerciful dragon-horse. Predictably, their weapons did nothing -- they bounced off as if his skin were made of steel, a mere annoyance like a bunch of angry ants.
The Zeta 'soldier' jerked as the blanket of flame engulfed the beach, curling her shoulders and wrapping her arms around her head protectively, back to the creature. It was the second time she experienced pain -- although the armor remained mostly unscathed beyond a tinge of charcoal smudged over her suit, the flesh beneath her armor burned as if she had been naked to it, flesh crackling as welts no one could see appeared beneath it. Even after the fire died, she could smell the sizzling flesh beneath her gas mask, an almost delicious scent which should have nauseated her at the mere thought of. The pain was slow to fade, but she forced herself to straighten as she heard Alpha Seven's snarls, looking over at the boy and subsequently the girl in his arms who seemed to be fading by the second.
And that's when she saw it.
"..."
Gaze trained on Alpha Eight, she approached him slowly, her bloodied mace trailing in the sand behind her.
"You healed yourself."
HP: 12
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:04 pm
(( Assuming that everyone got scorched...
HP: 15 ))
Oh and of course it wanted another sacrifice! As though that wasn't predictable and utterly annoying. They were trapped at the whims of some sentient creature who had nothing better to do than watch them all try to slaughter one another. Honestly, he'd been more than willing, had A-Three, to take up his dagger and try to shove it into the great black beastie. That thing was a threat to the existence of them all, a rather large, hoofed stumbling block to anything resembling freedom. And naturally, when they tried to fight it...a wave of fire washed over them, scorching them all...the smell of burning flesh and rubber is a distinctly awful sensation.
A-Three did NOT wish to roast alive in his suit. Of all the ways to die, that was definitely on his current top ten to avoid at all cost.
"You...." He growled, "Are not a very nice pony." The man snapped as he helped himself off the ground after a rather ineffective dodge. If flames were everywhere, there was no getting away from them, that was why it was a wise decision for a fellow to invest in meat shield and other such expendable bodies.
Utterly and thoroughly disgusted by the humans surrounding him, and the rather large heaping pile of s**t that this affair had turned into, A-Three straightened, and spoke so that any who cared to pay even a lick of attention would hear him. "Look now. This is something entirely beyond the realm of our control! We've already killed a man. We. As a whole. The only people who didn't kill him were the people who were defending him with their own weapons, and to be honest, we were making our damnedest attempt at killing someone else!" Yes, Three was absolutely through with this batch of ingrates, and his ire that had been leveled towards the entire situation was clear in his voice. "Yes! Even those who stood by and did nothing killed him just as much as our dear A-Four with the mace. We don't have control of our surroundings, and we certainly don't have anything to hold over the head of this fire-breathing fiend from hell. Sooner or later, most of us are going to die. Friends? Comrades? Most of us aren't going to have the luxury of that." His tone had gone grim. "Honestly this creature may just sit and have us cut one another down one by one. If you think that you're going to get out of this situation without more bloodshed, and copious amounts, I might add, then you are delusional. Any alliances are temporary at best, and ours is about to turn itself inside-out." And then he turned, and moved to stand just...slightly away from everyone else.
It wasn't pretty, it wasn't overly embellished, it was harsh and what most of them were thinking, and what none of them really wanted to hear or think about.
So he'd said it. Likely the most words he'd ever spoken in a sequence. If it damned him, well...heh, it seems men could be killed for less. He'd washed his hands of it. He was DONE.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:22 pm
The process of checking his armor was much more involved and tedious that he thought possible. In all honesty, Alpha Eight hadn't every (or couldn't remember at the very least) when he had ever tried to bandage something up. Earlier he scoffed and even snickered at the others inexperience with the weapons, but truth be told, he was no doctor. Especially when the body suit and gasmask made it nearly impossible to determine surface damage. Here he was faced with simply finding the most tender area and hoping to do some good. Hope being the key word. However, as he finally finished examining the armor and decided on wrapping up his left bicep, he carefully used a few lengths of bandage to give himself a small sense of relief. Nothing monumental, hell, he probably could have done without, but it certainly eased his mind to know he was on the path to getting better after that colossal failure of an attempt to rectify the situation made by his team. A8 let out a deep breath, the gasmask reassuring with the heavy feedback each breath created.
It was then he noticed the other team's "leader" or what Alpha Eight considered the leader since she seemed to be the boldest of them. Their relationship had been brief, but very tumultuous. Bondage didn't exactly set the tone for a friendly truce. However, Alpha Eight didn't much care for Zeta Eight. She was minuscule to their other problems. Certainly nothing to lose sleep over.That was until now. Her words burned worse than the beast's attack. She, nor anyone else, was supposed to notice his efforts to only protect himself. No, those were a closely guarded secret. Though now it was too late to hope for ignorance. He would have to play this off as well.
"Well yes, I need to not only look after you all, but myself as well. You can't help others if you can't physically make it over to them, can you? Consider my actions an investment in all of your futures. An effort to solidify my dedication to the team."
Giving her a slight shrug, he slowly rose to his feet. Giving her a friendly wave and slight bow, he made a gesture to be excused to the others.
"Now why don't we both do what we do best? I do have others to check on now. Haha"
It was truly nervous laughter, but she didn't need to know that. No, he wanted to seem like he was attempting to lighten the mood. Nothing like getting barbecued to put you on edge after all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:27 pm
(Since everyone was in attacking range, I assume they got hit!)
HP: 15
"S-so what do you want A-Three? For all of us to die here and now?" A-Twelve asked, using her hand to wipe at the stray tears that still ran down her face. Another sacrifice. All because it had been too anti-climactic. What sort of reasoning had been that? Evidently, she had been burned, from the way one hand clutched the side of her waist and the way her legs weakly supported themselves.
A-Twelve was as silent about pain as she was timid about everything else. What a surprising quality. She stood before A7 and A10, her sandy mace in hand.
Her stance and posture had the same mutual rigid frame that A7 had. Oh, hell no. A10 wasn't going to be next. Not next on the death list. Although, from what A-three was saying, they were all next.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:39 pm
Sighing once more (something that now seemed to be a habit of his), A-Three turned to A-Twelve. All right, so she was meek, a follower, but at the very least, she was willing to ask questions. A crying, little snippet if incompetence, but she was more promising than several others he could name just now. "No. That's not at all what I desire...however...it seems we are to be entrapped, cutting down our teammates one by one until this beast is sated." There was a certain growl in his tone. "And there is nothing to be done about it, as his will will apparently not be thwarted, and even if we merely stand here, I am quite certain he will tire of us and roast us the rest of the way. Honestly, I'd rather we all depart in peace and have ourselves a nice cup of tea...as was mentioned some time ago. "
His nose wrinkled...he could still smell the burning rubber through the mask. Ech.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 2:48 pm
"Ow, ow, ow!" Alpha Nine said as she tried to twist away from the worst of the flames. Quickly, she patted out a smoldering patch of fire still burning on her sleeve. "You'd think, considering how heavy these suits are, they would protect us better." she said to no one in particular. "At least they could have been flame resistant!" She kicked at the sand and then winced at the motion.
A-Three was shouting something about how blood was on everyone's hands and blah blah blah. Alpha Nine rolled her eyes. "Of course we're all going to die, silly. No one is immortal -- er, at least I don't think so? I'm not." She shrugged. "So what remains is a questions of when and how. Simple as that."
She turned her stake over in her hands a couple of times. "Personally, I'm not a big fan of dying until I'm old and gray -- and preferably in my sleep too, if I can manage to wing it, though dying quickly from a stroke or a heart-attack wouldn't be a bad way to go either. Cancer would suck though. Hm, unless it was a quick sort of cancer like pancreatic, I guess..."
Alpha Nine shook her head and shrugged, "But, if I can't have that, I'd at least want to go out on my own terms." She tried to flip her stake but wound up fumbling and dropping it. "Drat." Quickly, she picked it up again, dusting it off. "Er, anyway." She gestured over to A-Seven. "What he said and all that."
She twirled on one foot and gave a slight bow to the rest of her teammates. "See ya in the next life~ Hopefully we won't come back as slugs or armadillos or something."
[HP: 15]
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:40 pm
[[ HP: 14 ]]
Zeta One had been ready to start attacking the monster. Her nunchucks were loose and she was all ready to start smacking it (and herself) with them, after its declaration for another life.
And then heat flooded around her and she screamed. It was a loud, shrill sound, that pierced the air like a knife. She fell to the ground and curled into a ball, trying to put out the fire that was engulfing her.
She shook as the flames died. She just wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home. She didn't know what home was, but she just wanted to get away from here.
But she couldn't, not till someone else was dead, right? And then another, and then another. She didn't even care about the pendant anymore. So long as she didn't die today, that's all that mattered. Her phone buzzed again and she looked at it and then put it back. It was of no consequence to her.
Zeta One stood shakily and looked around. There didn't seem to be a way out of this. She saw one of the Alphas seem to resign herself to death. What would happen now?
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:51 pm
Zeta 12 held his stomach as he listened to his teammates speak, specifically A-3. His speech cut through him deeply, his fractured sanity cracking and starting to break apart. He was just as much to blame for A-5's death.
His indecision, His fatal flaw, Those things killed someone.
His body shook noticeably, uncontrollably. His dagger fell into the sand. Zeta 12 looked at his hands, stared down at them, watching them tremble without willing them to.
He was a murderer, because he chose to do nothing.
His eyes burned, his skin swelled, his throat felt raw. A painful lump formed at the back of his throat. Make it stop! Make this madness stop! He hated this place! He hated himself, and the pain would never end! Unless... unless he fed himself to that creature.
Would...would it be satisfied? Would his comrades live thanks to his sacrifice? Would the creature just kill them all anyway? Why.. why did he always have to ask himself questions?! Why couldn't he be proactive?!
"GOD DAMNIT!" Zeta 12 kicked the sand, stomped on the ground, and let out a loud scream. He huffed loudly afterward, and looked to the group. "Alright! There is NO right or wrong in this Hell Hole! Humanity is for PUSSIES! There IS no more hope. Hope died when we got to this God forsaken place!" His voice trembled, he shook violently.
"Will the pony from Hell let us go after another sacrifice? Maybe, maybe not. Who the Hell cares anymore!"
Zeta 12 picked up his dagger from the sand, clinging to it tightly. "I don't know... I don't know what I was like before this place. In my heart, I like to believe I was never a man who could harm another human being. Here? I tried to hold true to that belief. But where will it get me? Damned if you do, damned if you don't. I haven't the courage to offer my own life to that sadistic beast, but I sure as Hell won't offer my own life to make it happy."
So who. Who would it be? Would they murder each other? Let the beast do it for them? He wanted to live. Even if he had blood on his hands, with the awful memories he would be sure to carry with him, he wanted to live.
A-9 seemed happy to die. Should... should he kill her? What abut A-10, the girl who started dealt the first blow to Fiver... or anyone who had attacked beforehand? Maybe someone who didn't have much longer to hold on...
So many targets.. so many...
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:07 pm
ΞΆ II is hit by the flames.
"Holy crap!!!" Z2 yelled as the flames engulfed him, stopping to drop and roll on the ground trying to put the fires on his suit out for a good minute and a half, screaming and yelling in panic. Once he had managed to extinguish the fire on his body, he stood back up quickly with his gun still in hand, smelling slightly of burnt cloth. He had taken minor 1st degree burns to his body, but it still hurt like crazy.
His other teammates and the people on the A squad didn't look like they were having much luck either as they too were engulfed by flames. On the other hand, it seemed as if Zeta was having more luck than the other squad, since one of their members just died... it was almost unbelievable to him that another human, someone living and breathing just like him could drop over and just die like that.
Z2 was too confused and dazed to really take everything in though, so the seriousness of what had just happened was outweighed by his own self trying to survive. "You guys, no matter what he says, don't attack each other! Killing each other off now will only lower our chances of ANY of us surviving. Besides, he could be bluffing! What if he doesn't keep true to his word? How can we trust a creature that almost turned us into barbeque?! Please, we can still take him down, but we need to work together and to do that we'll need all the people we can get! So please, don't give up yet!!"
Total HP value left: 16 HP
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:37 pm
Z5 listened to all of them speak. The moving speech, the rest of them flipping out. He put his mace over his shoulder, breathing heavily into his mask. There was really only one way for him to go down here and feel justified.
He approached A7 in a slow saunter. "You heard him," he informed the other in a chilled voice. "You let her down and we end this thing. You put her down and she won't even feel it. It'll be nice and easy. She wouldn't quit pounding on Fiver. Why should we stop pounding on her?"
He glanced to the remaining fire and Fiver's body before slowly sliding his gaze back to A7. He tried to sound convincing, "She's going to die anyway if that horse attacks again. Look at her. She can't take it. You can turn around. You all can turn around. I'll take care of it."
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