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Ririka

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:01 pm


E8 held his hands up in a non-threatening manner as he smiled behind his mask. He understood the anger and feeling of betrayal that E1 was feeling, but he didn't want her to make any on the spot rash descisions. As they said, karma is a b***h, and revenge is best served cold.

"I know, I know E1, but before you decide to jump her like a predator at least take the time to calm down and think about it. Would you actually prefer to jump her on the spot, or would you rather string her along, make her think that you don't know and make her feel comfortable, and then hit her when she least expects it? If you are going to go for revenge you might as well do it right the first time than get it wrong and make a mistake."
PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:16 pm


"Music to my ears, E-8," E-13 said. Hearing him talk about revenge that way...damn, it was hot. And the first sensible thing anyone had said. He had always liked 8. There was magic, right? There was people that came back from the dead, and ghosts and wizards, and more than he believed in any of that, he believed in revenge.

"Dead, okay, but I've never been big on forgive and forget."

What he couldn't figure out is how E-10 had gotten him. From behind maybe? With what? It didn't make sense. He'd felt a pressure, a tugging, in his head, but no pain, and then...and then he'd been in this lounge.

And why had she done it? What for? Because she'd been jealous of the pendants, someone said. But how was he supposed to know?

She never said anything about wanting the pendants to him.

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Zee Oddwyn

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:19 pm


"String her along? Hit her when she least expects it?" E-1 repeated, tone incredulous. She just gaped at her dearly not-so-departed team-mate for a moment, before attempting to pinch the bridge of her nose through her mask.

"E-8." she started, placing one hand on a hip and gesturing to the lounge in general. "I'm tired of games. Look where games have gotten us! A half-demolished room of an after-life. I want a chance. One chance! To beat E-10's ectoplasm, or whatever we're made of, into a congealed smear. I don't want to play games. I want a clear, concise beat down, and I want her to know why she's getting it."

E-1 walked over and flopped down on the edge of the Epsilon couch.

"Is that so much to ask?"
PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 5:49 pm


"Ha, I believe it is music to everyone's ears E5. I think, at least for most here, we all want to get back at the person who lead to our death, is possible. Of course I can't do that, but at least for those killed by other people on the island it is possible, if they have the time to get to it anyway."

Holding back an amused chuckle, E8 shrugged and leaned back against the wall.

"Some would say yes, others no. It's up to you E1. I doubt anyone is going to stop you, especially if they want to jump in and help you. Revenge is best served cold, and not on a hot plate of furry, but everyone has their preferences. Some will say the best revenge is a good stab at the person. Others will say it is forgiveness and on upping them at life, or stabbing them when they least expect it.."

E8 grinned at his words. To talk of revenge was like honey on his tongue at this point.

"But since you may never see E10 after we all head to the afterlife you might as well go for the first. Go head and tear at her like a lion tears in to the hid of a zebra. Look at her with the eyes of a wild animal and take her down piece by piece. Scream and punch until your body can't take it anymore. She's already dead after all, but here we can all still feel pain, so go ahead and give her the pain you felt at the idea of her betraying us, if not worse. Turn your emotional pain in to her physical pain. And then, well...I guess we all sit here in anger and an awkward silence..."

Ririka

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Blade Kuroda

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:06 pm


It seemed his question had fallen on deaf ears once more. yII determined that the incoming group was too fixated on the prospect of somehow getting revenge on their killer to really notice much else. Personally, he didn't see how they were going to exact revenge when they were all dead. As one person had pointed out, they might never see this eX ever again. If not, what could they really do to them at this point? It wasn't as if they could kill a ghost.

Giving up on his inquiries in the meantime, he just tried to relax and watch the event unfold before him. He did have to wonder just how many more people will be showing up soon because of eX.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:27 pm


"No, I don't mind so terribly." A-Three admitted aloud, but only just loud enough for his two companions to hear. Lounging on the cushions, he watched as the chaos unfolded before them. Honestly, he liked this spot here, so that he could survey the idiots that had been left to their demise after A-Seven had cut the three of them down. From the chatter, he surmised that things had slid rather swiftly down south. Well, he had warned them so, but fools, as they were wont do do, never listened.

He would save his particularly acidic 'I told you so' for when A-Seven arrived. But all these faces were annoyingly familiar, barring A-One. The man had not been overly helpful, but A-Three had never seen him as an idiot, and so he raised a hand for just a moment to gesture faintly in his direction. "I see things didn't go so well..." That, at least, merely held Three's usual wry tone, and not a hint of scorn. He wasn't fond of the other, but neither did he view him as a raving moron.

Most of present company....well, he could not say as much for their sentience. Eyes flickering to both of his Fivers, he sighed quietly, though it was more...an expression of relaxation. Here, despite the outbursts of E13, it was pointless to bicker. They had died...and whilst that door lay before them, unless they were miraculously resurrected, as Fiver had been, it was rather a silly thing, to think of the possibility of dying twice. So A-Three had no fight to pick with the lot of them...he merely wanted the mental superiority over these peons. "I'm rather delighted..." He confided to his companions, "That we went first. I did warn them...in fact, we all did..."

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:37 pm


You make me happy, when skies are grey..

When A7 materialized in the lounge, his mind still convinced that he was laying face down on the floor instead of sitting up in a barstool, it disoriented him. His eyes wheeled back behind his head, and he grabbed his mask with both big, burly hands - trying to rip the damn thing off. He grunted, struggling for a moment, before eventually giving up and leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling.

How was he still alive?

His eyes rolled back into place, glaring at the occupants of the lounge he currently found himself in. What a busy place, must be a hot spot for the local night life. He briefly thought he might have been the type of guy to enjoy that kind of thing, somewhere down the line. His eyes moved from helmet to helmet, reading every impossible number. It settled on G3 for a moment, before his mind decided he'd had enough thinking, and his head slammed down into the bar in front of him.

He wasn't alive. That was the answer. He was just.. here.

He slammed his head into the bar again.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:39 pm


Seriously, E-4 was this close to breaking down. First it had been E-13 to die. When she saw him, she only was understandably distressed, but this distress had quickly made way for cold horror when, one by one, others from the Epsilon team began to show up. E-1, E-5, E-7...who was left? Which of them were still alive?

And it wasn't even just her teammates who had died, as proven by the sudden influx of people wearing other colors. What on earth had happened out there? She moved through the crowd, trying to catch whatever scraps of conversations that she could. Then, when she finally began to make her way back to her team, she heard it: E-10.

E-10? E-10 was the cause for this?

She was left wondering the same thing as yII--did E-10 really kill all these people by herself?--but she remained silent as the other discussed methods of vengeance. E-4 herself had no opinion on the matter--from the very beginning, she had always been a follower, going along with whatever the rest of the Epsilons wanted. It hadn't bothered her then, and...well, she was starting to form her own thoughts and goals now--she looked at the open door for a second, and then away--but she would choose to stay with the others for now.

Kaiyumi


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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:42 pm


Fiver II didn't move much at all. He tilted his head to aknowledge the people coming in but he wanted nothing to do with any of them. They'd all particpated in the murder of his friends and of himself. He wasn't going to give them the time of day.

So long as they didn't mess with his group then he honestly didn't care. His gaze narrowed drastically on Alpha Seven when he finally appeared. A small, snort was the only sign he even cared. But he knew who did. His two companions. Well, he wasn't about to let a fight start in death. He stretched out and wrapped his arms around Three's waist, locking him there.

His legs he put over Fiver's lap, making sure he too was barred from leaving the the couch. He had an air about him, almost a warning. He was practically daring his companions to attempt an escape. They were dead. Let it be.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:48 pm


Fiver's eyes also narrowed when A7 showed up ... the b*****d who had attacked Fiver II in the first place with that damn scythe. The one who pretty much started all of this madness to begin with. There was a sound not unlike a growl in the back of Fiver's throat, and he moved to push off that couch - intending to give the idiot a piece of his mind. Or more than just a piece maybe.

But then a weight landed on his lap and he blinked, looking down to see Fiver II's legs suddenly there. What ...? "What are you doing?" he hissed after a moment, having realized the other was keeping him there on purpose. And Three too, if the latching to the waist was any indication. "He killed you. Even if we're dead, I wanna kick his lily white a** for it ..." Forget the fact that Fiver had no idea what color A7's a** actually WAS.

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:10 pm


E7 sighed as he leaned back on the arm of the couch. "So... what do we do now?"

He asked looking around the cushy pad. Maybe this wasn't so bad they couldn't drink though, 'cause they had masks on; and well there was a lot of odd things that went on that normally went on. Obviously there had to be something interesting to do here.

"Seriously isn't there like an arcade or something? Or maybe a reaper will show up for a game of truth or dare?" Okay so E7 was bored.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:17 pm


“In my defense,” Gamma Three said, not bothering with a greeting as she sidled up and slid into a seat between Eat IV and Alpha Seven, “your lady friend went seven kinds of <******** crazy. You really think any of them are gonna survive? I doubt it. They'll get to down to thirteen and off each other because they'll be batshit ******** crazy by the time it happens.”

Gamma Harry Pott3r stood on her barstool and reached over the counter, withdrawing a bottle of coconut rum. The top came off with the sharp crack of the metal seal breaking, and Harry proceeded to pour it over her head as though she were showering.

Showering in delicious, delicious vodka.

That she couldn't drink.

One arm twined with Eta IV's, her smile failing her as she noticed the other girl looking to the doorway.

“Not yet, babe,” she whispered, “Not yet.”

When they went, they were going together.

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Blade Kuroda

Militant Raider

PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:19 pm


With things seemingly have calmed down, yII turned towards the one marked eVII as he asked what to do. Shrugging at the answer, the Gamma remained relaxed for the time being.

"Right now.. aside from plotting vengeance it seems, you can either wait around here or jump through the door back there. Aside from that, there isn't a great deal aside from the poisons bar."

It was somewhat relieving to see that there weren't many Gammas mixed in with the new dead people. Unless he miscounted, the only new one was yIII. This meant there were still seven other gammas alive somewhere on earth. Though... even with the influx of people, there were still a lot of people alive in general.

"Hey... how many days are left in this?" he asked, being unable to tell time while in the lounge. For all he knew, they were still on the second day.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:27 pm


“I think stringing her up and displaying her for everyone to see would be even more amusing instead of playing games but that’s just my opinion on revenge,” E-5 replied with a bit of a rather amused chuckle. “Though I have to admit it’s a bit reassuring to see that we are for the most part on the same page when it comes to revenge E-8 though I didn’t think I was seeing you again anytime soon.”

He noted the open door it seemed rather ominous in a way being completely a void of blackness however he had no idea for its existences. Maybe he would wait and ask to see what the purpose it held from E-4 later at the moment it was a little more amusing chatting with those he had missed.

“How have you been doing E-4 chilling with E-8 and E-12 in the lounge here? Hope it hasn’t been too much torture?” he replied looking over at the rather silent E-4. She hadn’t really said anything since they had come in and didn’t want to leave her out of their rather revenge like chatter or at least get her to talk about something else if she had no input to it.

“OOooooooo we could do a game of truth and dare…. Though I don’t think we would have much to do for dares so it would just be truth…” he suggested with a shrug, “but adding the reaper in might get some more answers.”

stella cinere

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 7:35 pm


[Zeta Eleven is entering from Last Man Standing, because he sure as hell wasn't the last man standing.]

Heaven, this ain’t.

Even the most simple of minds could clearly draw this conclusion the instant the darkness stopped being dark. For one thing, it was too small. For another, Heaven probably had pretty strict liquor regulations. And all that red décor? A little more indicative of the other end of the afterlife spectrum. Of course, that was assuming Heaven was all clouds and harps and angels bathing you in the warm glow of God for all of eternity.

Even in death, Zeta Eleven couldn’t stop worrying about the particulars. He tried to gain even the slightest indication of where he found himself, but looking into the gaping black chasm that stretched beyond the room’s only door didn’t give him much to work with. Not to mention the fact that staring into all that nothingness for too long gave him a serious case of the heebie jeebies. He couldn’t stand more than ten seconds before having to turn away, trying to focus on something other than how crushing all that emptiness looked.

But the room didn’t exactly afford him much in the way of distractions. Everywhere he turned was a reminder that he was … he struggled to say it, to think it, to accept the finality of the fact… dead. He still existed in the here and now, but being in a dingy bar in the middle of nowhere wasn’t much of an existence for anyone other than truck drivers and old strippers. It was just an inkling, but Eleven doubted he was either of those two things. He just didn’t have a dancer’s legs.

He moved through the modestly sized crowd in search of a place to just be alone for a moment, but every corner of the room was occupied by pensive people in gas masks politely discussing their own grisly demises with each other.

“Oh, really. Poison darts you say? Scythe to the face, myself. You can’t notice a thing? Well, good. All I have are my looks.”

Eleven took a seat at the end of the bar, suddenly feeling very queasy. Or at least, as queasy as a dead person could feel. No, that was morbid. Think about something else. What did people talk about at bars? Their problems. In his last moments of life, he had fully embraced the power of delusion. He could still ride out that high. Just because he was dead didn’t mean he had to accept it. Denial had proven to be a powerful weapon, and if it kept him from staring out into all that blackness for a little while longer, he could stand to invent for himself a few problems considerably less serious than death.

“My wife is such a b***h,” he said to no one in particular, anxiously strumming his fingers against the countertop. “And I hate my job. And last week, my dog ran away."

Was he doing it right?
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