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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:04 pm
Clueless as to what sort of mental blow such a seemingly harmless accusation had delt to the clearly mad A4, Z4 had contented to continue attempting to follow the conversations (and fights) shooting back and forth in front of him. "Now now-" He had started at one point, when E13 had, out fo the goodness of his pink heart, handed off one of the pendants, "See? He's not really a bad sort! I'm sure none of us are! This is all very possibly a mad sort of experiment, I've said, and I stand by my faith in human na-" His comment was cut short as the Alpha Phoenix member suddenly lurched towards him across the table, snarling his threats. Z4 gave a squeak, eyes wide behind his goggles. "I- er- that is-" He started, but further commentary besides, "AAAAARGGG!" wasn't necessary as the chair collided with his mask and sent him toppling backwards with a loud smash and sad sort of sound of his boots bouncing on the floor.
((Z4 Still neutral but HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:09 pm
[T-5 continued to drag E-5 over to the pair of 13's until they were close together, a pair before a pair. Proud of now having a matching set, he was then crushed when a E-1 came by, no doubt a member of their traveling party. While the thrown chair made him jump, it was the singled member without a matching set that upset him.
"YOU!" He pointed to E-1. "You need a pair too. One. One. Do we have a one here?" He put a bandaged finger to his gas mask and looked around, trying to spot a one as if he was playing a game of person memory. "IS THERE A NUMBER ONE ANYWHERE HERE?!" He called out.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:11 pm
((Z3 is still neutral.))
"Three."
Amidst all of the chaos, the banter and conversation, it was amazing how remarkably clear one voice could still ring above the rest. People were shouting, accusing, getting all up in arms, and still, Z3 could never mistake that sort of tone. Z8 needed help, and said help was best delivered in the form of (mostly) sane, stable, lucid-minded company like himself.
It was at that point he finally stood from his seat-- the first time he'd bothered to do so-- and wandered over, slogging through the sea of bodies he clearly wanted nothing to do with. Just the closeness of them was enough to set his jaw tightly, but he moved with the same slow grace as he always did, his posture confident, his head (or at least, mask) raised.
What he did next seemed downright astonishing, verging unbelievable. Stopping just behind Z8, he actually reached forward and put a light hand on her shoulder, making a point to close their proximity and passing her a sharp, meaningful look.
"Breathe." Any harsher and it would have come off as an order, but it was a perfect paradigm of calm for her ears alone. That said, he discretely removed his hand, but didn't turn away from her. "This is probably what that reaper is after in the first place. First we lose our tempers, then rationality... and then, lives." Perhaps it would have been worth sharing with the others, that information-- but no; Z3 honestly didn't care for any of them.
And he only 'cared' for her because she seemed a fair ally...
"Don't allow yourself to be goaded by some frothing mob mentality."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:46 pm
A-12's expression at the pairing up, the harry potter, the fighting and the commotion:
..... sad
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:12 am
The touch was so gentle.
No... no it wasn't gentle... not gentle so much as... as just light, resting on her shoulder with no real weight, as if it might toss her over an edge she was teetering far too close to. Almost immediately Zeta Eight spun to face this new threat, her hands reaching for the mace she seemed to have forgotten she didn't have anymore, her arm freezing over her shoulder as her fingers found nothing but her own shoulders blades, muscles tense. For a second, it seemed as though she had frozen, like a computer imputed with too much data to handle, crashing -- she merely stared at Zeta Three, her eyes following the hand from her shoulder to where he was staring back at her, the smooth, wide lenses and round breathing apparatus of the gas-mask cold and unfeeling.
'Breathe'
She stared. Underneath the chaos, his voice was crystal clear to her ears, warped beyond almost anything sounded human. She remembered human voices. She did. They were smooth and rich and warm, emotion seeping into every laugh, every argument they'd ever had about something so stupid yet so important and crushing, but then he'd wrap his arms around her from behind and she'd lean into him and she'd pretend to forget the way she saw him look at her forget how she was always there always with them and she'd remember the carnival and the stuffed unicorns he'd won them and the games of chess how he'd always lose and the movies and the beach...
Beneath her mask, her eyelids stretched away from the sockets as her eyes opened far beyond what should have been their normal capacity, pupils blown wide until there was no more color to her irises.
Them. it was just like them. The voice, the mechanical voice the soothing unnatural sound the lack of the emotion the texts that told them all to kill, kill and survive, and she was just like them.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine~
It started in her belly. Nauseating, churning the burning acid of her stomach, until she felt like it might eat right through her. She might have emptied the contents of her stomach, had she had anything to empty. It quickly spread up her chest, somehow going from burning hot acid to ice water in her chest, seeping into her lungs and flashing to her extremities. Breathe. And she did, sucking in a shallow, jerking breath, followed closely by another, and another -- fast, hitching breaths, accelerating exponentially, never exhaling even as she ran out of room in her lungs, chest burning, throat aching. His hand drifted from her shoulder, but she didn't feel it, flailing out instead to grab the table, her stomach clearly convulsing through the suit as she dry heaved.
A hand moved to her face, covering the round end of the gas-mask as it would have her mouth, and she seemed almost more disturbed by this. Perhaps it was the last straw, because her hyperventilating finally stopped, leveling out to more even breaths, her voice robotic again as she looked up at him.
"Stop... I-I'll kill you..."
A threat... or a warning?
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:41 am
She was acting more like a wild animal now than the rational, level headed being he'd come to expect, and the realization of it bothered Z3 with far greater intensity than he liked. Here he was, standing before her, for the first time putting forth a tangible effort to quell her shaken nerves, and she had only proceeded to freeze in front of him like a deer on the highway. He didn't need her face to know exactly how she was feeling beneath that mask; the thin, staccato sound of her sucking breath, alone was evidence enough.
He never budged from his position the whole time, his mask turned towards her in an unwavering stare as she grappled for the table's support, hands slack at his sides in some mockery of a casual pose. Watching his most promising ally silently melt down before him was just... just...
He wanted to say disgusting, but the word felt inexplicably unfitting. What, then? Infuriating? Bothersome? No. Not quite.
And then, she opened her mouth and said something so ludicrous that, for just a moment, he actually doubted the clarity of his mind.
"No you won't."
It was a remarkably swift response, not hesitating for a moment before he cut her off, unwavering and composed. Still, he kept his voice silent-- clearly, for her ears alone-- and never broke eye contact. Despite their masks, he seemed to be staring right into her.
"You aren't capable of killing me, and you won't attempt to," he added, with perfect confidence... or at least, a perfect bluff of it. "... I know this because you, Zeta Eight, are a like mind to me, and you're stronger than those fear-bred words."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:05 am
The whole feel of the room was exciting. They were finally standing for something - and sure, these kids were crazy. One of them climbed all over him, for crying out loud. When she bent in to whisper at him, his warm laughter filled the air. "You girls are all right. I'm glad I'm siding with you, even if it means we're probably going to die. At least we go down with a laugh-"
His voice cut short when he heard that voice, that voice - cutting right through his thoughts. She barely whispered, and he heard it. A7 looked down at the shaking Z8, who looked threatened. The laughter in his throat died. He slowly let Hermione down, setting her beside her equally lunatic friend, and hopped off the table. He landed with a loud thump beside Z8, straightening out of his crouch and cocking his head to one side as he glared Z3 down. Still, he listened before acting - see, he was learning to be patient now.
Patience came when you knew nothing else mattered.
A7 leaned in, just slightly, to punctuate the solid words he carefully murmured at Z3. He wasn't trying to be loud, or vicious - in fact, for once, A7's voice was just.. cold.
"She ain't a thing like you, thank God. You don't know what you're talking about."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:58 am
There we people standing on the table. There were people standing away from the table, there were people pointing chairs, arms, limbs, anything they could point at other people, while others simply looked on.
"Well, time's up." The figure spoke for the first time during the escapade. "I believe that was a buffet of humanity that never gets old. But please, as I tally results, please sit down." Even though noone did as per requested, the figure still reached over and grabbed the box. "May I take the time to remind everyone that indeed, there is only one correct answer as to who is guilty. The clock will continue ticking until the right person is found and proper measures have been taken: you have used up two of your six hours, you have four more to go."
"Hmmm," they shuffled through the scrawled answers, "I see." Finally, they emptied the box out of all papers, the results simply vanishing."And the final verdict is-"
-"that I am guilty. All right then, I will respect the rules that I have created." They laid the scythe weapon down, in the center of the table, and simply kneeled, on the ground, weaponless. Their weapon itself hummed, beckoning. "And the guilty must be punished. Now, who will step up and take my weapon and punish the accused for their crimes?"
((OOC:
- This is an action phase.
- ANYONE is free to grab the scythe and strike the ??? figure, first come first serve. Roll one 6-sided dice, if you roll less than 4, you miss, or your attack is highly ineffective. Make sure to roleplay out your post accordingly, more than one person can take turns until ??? is striked down (the weapon is surprisingly heavy)
- You may also roleplay other actions prior to doing so, but please ask/pm for GM permission if it involves the GM character (other than striking them down).
- HOW you want to kill the figure is up to you, but please leave the 'death' result of the rp open ended for follow up ))
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Nio Love rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:01 am
Holy s**t.
Did they.. just.. win?
A7 was in shock. He looked up, over Z8's head, and watched the figure get down on his knees and wait for someone to deal the final blow.
A7 really wanted to be that guy. He really, really did. But just as he thought to reach for the weapon, he could tell he wouldn't be first. He stuck by Z8's side, but still glowed with a fierce happiness.
Happy that someone was about to be killed? Yeah. In this case, he absolutely was.
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Hanyousblood rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:02 am
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:03 am
E-10 refused to sit. She was pumped, she was ready. She was..apparently...being given permission to attack that dude with his own scythe? E-10 stared at the scythe and then at the reaper and then she grinned. It was a lovely scythe. A beautiful piece of craftsmanship or whatever. All that mattered was it wasn't her gun! And her gun sucked! So she picked it up as quickly as she could, grunting and sagging over at the sudden weight. It was heavier than it looked! DAMN! She dropped it and blew at her hands, rubbing at her arms and watching as some other dude managed to pick it up and strike at the reaper.
DAMN! That was awesome.
((DAMN YOU HAN YOU HAX))
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:14 am
Oh. Oh. A7 had not just done that.
Though he hid it impeccably, there was something about the larger male's bitter words that left Z3 with a swell of increasing displeasure in his chest, mask hiding a tense frown that spread slowly to the corners of his lips. A thing like him. A thing like him. Such wretched words from the mouth of a fool-- and a giant one at that. Oh, of only the physical differences between them hadn't been so great, he might...
There was a cruel and perfect irony to the reaper's timing, their posturing contest shattered at Z3 stilled and turned upon the new arrival. It seemed that no one was immune to the rules of this game, and while it all still felt incredibly juvenile, he wasn't going to argue with an advantageous setup.
"... And it seems you don't know who you're talking about," was his only delayed retort, soft and venomous, before he suddenly lurched for the weapon that was so very, tantalizingly close. Though it was unexpectedly heavy, he fastened both arms on it, swung back, and promptly slashed the blade right at its former wielder in a great, air-cleaving horizontal ark at what he could only assume to be throat's height.
This man-- or whomever it happened to be, was their opponent-- and the guilty, and therefore...
It had to perish.
((Edit: WOW I SOMEHOW POSTED THIS IN A SEPARATE POST FROM MY ROLL, GO ME. 8DDD; Uh, hopefully this is okay. SORRY GUYS, IT'S 4 A.M. HERE. orz ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:25 am
Zeta Five held his breath as he watched the creature decide their time was up. His hands squeezed on the legs of the other two. How could a vote decide who was guilty? It didn't make sense. How could they know if he didn't tell them.
Wait, HE was guilty? So who ever got the most votes was just... that was it? He stared in horror as the group grabbed the fallen weapon and tried to strike at the creature that had gotten so willingly to his knees. Wait-no. That wasn't fair either. He wasn't even *part* of the game! How could they?
It was Fiver all over again. "WAIT!" He didn't think as he jumped up from the table and went to get in front of the Reaper and spread out his arms. "Don't! You can't just kill him! I mean... He brought us here! How will we get back if he dies? He has information anyway! We can't just... KILL him!" He shouted his voice pleading.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:30 am
Oh, now wasn't that remarkably sporting? Frowning deeply behind his mask, A-Three could hardly believe that this was all there was to it. Defeating the reaper could hardly be so easy as that, and he looked to those who made their best attempts to take up the scythe with some small amount of derision. He was on the verge of making some mocking comment to the brave warriors who were doing their utmost to fell their host, when one of his two Fivers jumped up in a display of naive heroism.
Sighing disgustedly, he reached out a hand to stop that advance, getting up from the table in a rather swift fashion, fingers moving with disturbingly prompt reflexes to get a grip on the other man's arm. "Fiver Two, please...I am rather sure that this fellow can take care of himself..." He rumbled. After all, how easy could it really be to kill death? Tugging Fiver II, he indicated that the smaller male should sit back down next to him. Please, no more idiocy today...Three was finding it all very tiring. "And I'd really rather you not die today." That reluctant, but it was one of the few things that might keep the fellow in his seat. Hopefully.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:33 am
For the first time since Zeta Five met Three, he tried to wrench away from him. "Stop! You don't understand! I don't care how we win this game but just... killing DEATH can't help us!" He was desperately trying to convey to his friend that he didn't want to be stopped with out the use of his facial expression.
"They can't do this. They can't, Three. Maybe you can sit there and let him ..." He stared at the hooded thing. "But, I can't watch someone else get hurt for no reason! It's all so stupid! If this is how we get off the island... I'd rather not get off at all!"
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