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 Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:40 pm
"If he does, I'll..." Her voice trailed off. She wasn't entirely sure what to fill in the blank; everything that sprang to mind automatically seemed really... really underwhelming, given the circumstances. Kind of like the 'totally uncool' assertion.
Instead, she lifted her chin and followed A-One.
[A-Two exiting battle thread!]
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:46 pm
A-Nine was still looking around. Ever since A-Ten's body was consumed by the fog, Nine was more and more aware of how it hovered over everyone and everything, curling and twining about. Somehow it seemed thicker than it just had a moment before. She shook her head, trying to clear it from all her buzzing thoughts.
A-One and the rest of the group were moving, heading further up away from the beach. "Oh, we're leaving?" She asked. Hurrying after them.
[A-Nine exiting the boss thread]
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:51 pm
"Good point," A-Eleven said, looking around. They were sitting still like they had been would make them easy targets. Exploring could yield clues to help them, anyway.
"Alright," she said quietly. "Time to see what we can see." She turned and followed the group.
[A-Eleven EXITING the battle thread ]
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:09 pm
Still at only 14HP, and feeling a bit under the weather from the whole ordeal, Z4 eventually stirred from his half-dreaming state to the sound of footsteps through the sand. The... the troupe was moving? He wobbled to his feet, glancing around desperately for Z8... had she come back yet? Was she in trouble? Alpha 1 was moving, his follows leaving him alone on that patch of beach, and he'd rather not draw too much attention to himself...
[exiting to follow the swarm]
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:37 pm
[Zeta Eleven uses a medkit to heal himself to 30 HP. One use remaining.]
Alone.
He was utterly alone.
With the pendant gone, the members of Zeta and Alpha had wandered back off into the fog. One by one, to no doubt reconvene and regroup. It was obvious that their original arrangement was null and void. Not that the alliance had ever been a particularly spectacular boon in the first place. Everyone was probably off trying to find themselves, figuring out what their next move was.
Leaving him alone.
Utterly alone. As it had always been. As how it would be in the end.
Man, killing another a human being was kind of a drag.
Zeta Eleven moved to where his bag had fallen to the ground, kneeling down to slip his gun back inside it. As he pulled out his first aid kit, he tried to think about things that made him happy, things that would push Alpha Ten’s death as far out of his mind as possible. General things. Puppies. Rainbows. Balloons. Specific things. A child’s first birthday. A couple holding hands on a park bench. Freedom and independence and women’s suffrage. But then he realized those weren’t things that made him happy – those were things that made idiots happy. The fact was he didn’t know what made him happy, other than being proof positive that it wasn’t shooting innocent people or dying.
Eleven opened his kit and was surprised to find honest-to-god medical supplies. He had half-expected there to be a riddle inside, or maybe a scorpion. He rummaged through the gauze and cotton swabs in search of something that would ease the sting of his burns, finally coming upon a rather suspect looking syringe. He attempted to discern its contents, testing a single drop on his gloved finger to make sure the liquid wasn’t acid or liquid nitrogen or some other foul substance. Whatever the hell it was, it was going in his blood stream.
After injecting himself and taking a few moments to allow the numbing warmth to sink in, he finally stood and looked out into the fog. He didn’t need their stupid alliance. He would make his own alliance. And it would be the best damn alliance since the Justice League. How did he know what the Justice League was? He didn’t care. All he knew was that with how many people there were in that classroom, there had to be a few on the island who weren’t complete tools. It was simple statistics. Among a wealth of Aquamans, there had to at least be a few Batmans.
[Zeta Eleven is exiting the boss battle. He is not the hero this island needs, he is the hero this island deserves.]
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:06 am
Oddly the turn of events had placed Alpha Eight on sturdier ground. Awakening with nothing, but vague images of the world around him had certainly thrown him for loop, but with each step, things became much clearer: Alpha Eight was going to survive this crazy test. It didn't matter what or who was in his way, he was getting off this island. Death and then in-fighting didn't concern him. All they did was push him to move on, with or without those who choose to make emotional ties to the rest of their now defunct team. However, Alpha Eight knew he still needed traveling companions as he was still stuck playing doctor not only for the others, but also to ensure his survival. This was a role that required others and he was certainly going to need them to continue on. Therefore, the safest route was with those who seemed determined to survive and be able to do so in a reasonably level-headed manner. This left Alpha Eight with only one path.
"We'll do what we can I suppose. I'm still sticking with you Boss-man. Not like the others are going anywhere fast anyways. Haha."
Oh good he was laughing again. Serious determination was fading to the background as a more relaxed, but very questionable grasp on sanity took the foreground. Things were starting to look up already.
[Alpha Eight is Exiting the Boss Fight]
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 12:17 pm
[Z5 is ENTERING the Boss thread]
Zeta Five was running on pure adrenaline now. He moved into the area in a light jog. He was a solider, he decided to himself, and soldiers didn't let themselves be phased. Not even if they felt like shitting themselves after seeing two people burtally murdered and even taking part in it.
No. He wasn't going to be the one that was afraid. That was going to die. Not while he had people he had to protect and those people were following him. Expecting him to make sure the way was safe. He glanced around the area and found it oddly thin of people. They were all leaving to their own hide outs and camps no doubt.
He motioned his fingers back to his team indicating it was alright. Sure, he was doing a bad job of intimating a solider but it was all that was keeping the clearly exhausted man moving. If he stopped to rest or if he lost that sense of purpose... there was nothing to keep him going.
He wouldn't abandon Three and Fiver like that. They were his goal now. Get them to the end and he would follow.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 1:58 pm
(( A5 entering Boss thread ... ))
Fiver blinked when Fiver II moved past him and started looking around, making motions at them with his fingers. He watched for a moment or two, then got it, and grinned. Okay so the other male wanted to play scout..? Sure, he'd take that. They were all in this together, after all. Though at this point, Fiver had started to think that ... maybe it was like one of those games where any time you got killed you would show up back at the base.
But maybe not. So he still intended to be CAREFUL ... but having come back from the dead once already, well ...
Once Fiver II appeared to be indicating that it was safe, Fiver also moved into the area, dagger still held at the ready. "I guess everybody else left, huh...?" he murmured, keeping his voice down. Let's not wake up the Death Pony again, kay thanks.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 2:46 pm
(( A3 is Entering Boss Thread ))
He approached more slowly than the others, still glancing around him...as though expecting monsters to pop out of the fog at any moment, to descend upon them. It had happened once before, after all, and it could most certainly happen again. Once he was a few paces behind his companions, Three closed his eyes, inhaling slowly. The mists were still in place, hanging heavy with hidden malevolence. Nowhere on this place...island...was safe. There were far too many enemies, both human...and something darker still.
"Do you see anything?" He murmured, remembering their original purpose in coming to this place. Honestly it just looked like a bit of scorched sand and tracks everywhere. The Alphas and Zetas had clearly dispersed, bunching up into smaller groups, even as the three of them had.
As for their supply-fetching mission, it certainly didn't look promising.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 4:03 pm
"It seems that way..." Fiver II almost wished they did have something to defend against. He was so tired that his entire body just wanted to drop. Realizing Fiver probably didn't know where his body was, Zeta Five took the lead yet again and jogged to...
To nothing. The body was gone. Utterly. Panic crept through him. The body had been right here. He knew it. It had been slightly charred but this... he could even see the imprint. "... It's not here." He stated though his voice was high strung. "Someone... must have... buried you. Or... Taken your body or... something. I left your body right here."
He pointed to the spot with such a vindication it was hard to argue. "But there's nothing... not even your kits."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:15 pm
Fiver couldn't help but feel a bit of a shiver as he too saw the impression in the ground where he ... his body ... had been lying. It was really really weird and unsettling to think that his body might be buried here underneath the sand whilst the three of them were walking around on top of it. AT THE SAME TIME.
No ... no, that would be way too ******** up. "Maybe my uhm ... body just got transported to the tent somehow and healed?" he suggested, glancing away from the depression in the sand. That was how it happened in the games, right ...? He thought he vaguely remembered something like that.
"I guess somebody took the supplies though ... damn."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:19 pm
Reaching out, he once more put his hand on Fiver's shoulder, realizing that he was becoming almost abnormally comfortable with his teammates. He didn't...know if he could afford that, really. Ah gods. "Try not to think about it..." He replied softly, "You're alive now, at the very least...and we want to continue being alive." Indefinitely, if possible. He didn't know if he'd go out on a limb for these two ninnies, certainly not the expense of his own safety...he'd see them die first before A-Three let himself fall to enemy hands. He'd seen Fiver die, and he wanted no part of it.
Perhaps he was afraid of such things, but he'd never admit it. "A shame for the supplies, but we could perhaps be luckier with others we encounter...that is...should we be forced to engage them in combat. Not pretty, certainly but...I daresay none of us three are keen on dying, and likely, those from the other squads will not be so kind to us as the Zetas were." Before this was over, he even supposed that the rather zealous and seemingly naive young Fiver II would have to kill in truth.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:26 pm
Fiver II squeezed Fiver's arm gently at the same time when he saw the other man's distress. The lack of supplies and need to fight finally put Zeta Five's energy gauge to zero.
He crept slowly up to their leader. "... Three, we can't stay here, sir. Shouldn't we find somewhere... safe? " His voice was tired, he sounded close to dropping. "Some place to... make camp? Or something..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:31 pm
Fiver glanced back at the other two when both of them put a hand on his shoulder and arm. He wasn't that upset, it was just ... disturbing. And annoying that the supplies were gone. Still, there was a smile in his voice as he replied to Fiver II's comment.
"I'm not really tired cause I had a uhm. Bit of a nap, or something. But we should probably get out of here..." It was really kind of ... cute how Fiver II kept calling Three "sir". "But where to go ... we've got uhm."
He paused to try and remember the locations on the map back in their tent. "I think our options are ... some kind of lighthouse, a town, some cornfields ... and a cove. But there wasn't a path to that last one."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:22 pm
Wondrous, and now Fiver II was going to collapse on them. Another hefty exhale could be heard through the mask, and he nodded. "Mmm. Let's try the cornfields...cover, and yet not buildings. Buildings will likely draw people." People less wise than A-Three, at the least, and though no area could truly be called secure, well...as the days went on, things would become far more hostile, and they would have to run, fight...if they were to move anywhere, it was now.
"Come on then...let us move from this place and then we'll find a spot in which to rest." Because even as stubborn as A-Three could be, he had started to feel the strains of fatigue. "Preferably closer to whichever destination we should so choose."
And he turned then, and began to walk across the sands, letting the others follow this time, as he knew they inevitably would. It was a rather satisfying feeling, all told.
(( A-Three is EXITING to moving thread ))
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