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[ A-Eleven is accusing everyone >_> ]

A-Eleven had the sudden urge to connect her face to her palm in a defeated and annoyed manner. What was going on here? All she could think about was the Beach, when the team decided turning the pony into the sacrifice was the best way out. Then it had roasted them. Really? Was accusing the one who somehow put them in this room was the best way to go about things?

The figure had said they would kill the guilty party. Would they really kill the traitor if it were them? If the stranger was liar, then nothing they'd said could be trusted. They'd all die anyway, if that were the case. Of course, if everything they said was a lie, then the traitor was not among the group. It would indeed be the hooded figure.

Darn circles, she thought. Pick someone to be guilty, that was like saying they should die. Not choosing another meant choosing yourself. Choosing the hooded stranger seemed like suicide, too. Of course, she was willing to do what she could to survive. For her team to survive. That didn't mean she wanted to kill without cause. That was wrong, wasn't it? She didn't want to be responsible for unnecessary death, even if they might come back.
Someone was going to die here. In fact, the only being guaranteed survival was the hooded figure pulling the strings.

A-Seven, A-One, heck nearly everyone it seemed, had joined in on accusing their host. She looked at the other members of Phoenix. They were a team, right? She should stand with them. She was as loyal to her team as she was to herself. I don't want to die, something whispered in her mind. She almost scoffed at the thought. I'm not going to be the cute little coward who doesn't act at all, either. Not acting was pointless. The horse on the Beach hadn't cared who attacked it and who didn't. They had all been burned.

Right. She hadn’t attacked the pony, not after it asked for a sacrifice. She’d just stood there like a doll. Not this time. So she thought: What made a traitor on this island? No clue. Two pendants? Killing? Non-action? Indecision? Talking back to a hooded figure? Kicking a rock wrong? There was no way of knowing. None. A traitor to what? A country? What country? Each other? Sure, some of them. A cause? What cause, this game that they seemed to be pawns in? That seemed likely.

Screw this, she thought. In a moment of quiet determination she didn’t even know she had, A-Eleven secretly scrawled 'Everyone' onto her paper. Quickly she folded the paper, stood and put it into the box. They were likely all guilty. All guilty of wanting to leave this island and not play this little game.

She backed away a step or two from the table. Who knew when it would come crashing down.

Um.



... nevermind.

It seemed like a weird proposition.

...Oh right. The guy and his friend were probably after the pendants. Still, he didn't know where things would go after Death had their say, and in this situation, it was better to have friends than enemies.

No harm in inviting him along. For now.

"We had some uh, losses, in our group recently," he looked at the remaining gaggle of Epsiloners. "Depending on how all this turns out and if Death over there fries us. I don't speak for everyone or anything. ...But if you want to come with us, we know our way around a fight."

T-5 whined, moving from his seat to stand next to T-13. "I don't know if I should have voted so soon. I think I screwed up. Do you think they'll let me take my vote back?" He muttered, before looking up at another thirteen. "PAIRS!" He pointed out, smiling. Pairs were nice, like playing a matching game. Now he wished he had another 5 to make the group even. It looked off without it and he felt rather annoyed that he was an odd figure in the group.

Still, he wasn't distracted to hear what was going on, and lingered near T-13's side. "Hey...Thirteen. Uh...Theta-13. I'll go where you go."

FIVE SPOTTED! T-5 turned to see another five, and now set on finding pairs, practically sprinted up to E-5 and grabbed his wrist. "YOU NEED TO COME MAKE A PAIR WITH ME!" He shouted, and started to tug. "They have pairs. They need balance. We NEED to set up pairs!"

In spite of the mix of tension and chaos, E-13 laughed.

"I hate you," he said to E-5, "calling me Puddles. I was thinking that the whole time I limped across that stupid room." He was gratified that E-5 had decided to hang onto the pendant, and that no one had demanded it from him. As far as E-13 was concerned, he earned it.

He turned to the other guy, T-5. The only ones of their color in the room, and like T-13 had said, they were on their own now.

"Fine with me. ...And like I said earlier, about that burning to death stuff, it's not over until it's over."

...Across the room, some guy was throwing a chair.

Definitely not over until it's over.

E7 stayed close to E13 and E5. ".... they've gone a bit nutty." He said watching the others. The chaos had caused him forget about the paranoid feeling with the shadows.

"We should help each other get out of here, despite I have no 'pair'." He muttered, at least as far as numbers went. Though he supposed as far as team members E10 could be his pair as far as having a buddy. "Buddy systems are good in this type of situation yes?"

E-1 snorted at E-13's bold declaration that their team had any fighting prowess.

"If you call ganging up on one person a fight." she commented. At least focusing on the conversation here and the crazy happening on top of the table was keeping her from dwelling on their losses. "It is pretty darn effective, though, and I don't mind if you want to be a couple more dogs in the pile."

E-1 actually laughed when T-5 practically glomped E-5. Then a chair flew by.

"I don't think nutty describes it right. Try batshit insane."