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Akina Tokuwa rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:46 am
Eta Hermione stood up slowly, blood running off her gloves in rivulets. It drip-drip-dripped to the moving ground on either side of her. Two fingers on each hand were lifted high. She pressed fingertips to the blood-spattered face of her helmet, dragged four horizontal streaks across where she thought her cheekbones were. He4rmione had gone native.
One hand clenched to a fist. "You want to know what I think?" she said to Alpha Ten. "I think that there is no escape from this place. I think that that scythe is way too big for you. And I think that we will never figure out who the traitor is until we're all dead."
A finger pointed out at Alpha Ten. "I think you're the traitor," she said, sneering. "You cut down the one person who offered to save your life. I can't think of a more traitorous action to take." Did Eta IV like Epilson XIII? Nah. But she wanted that scythe. And she knew that she wanted every other body in the room to hit the floor before hers did.
A killer instinct. Hermione had it.
Her brain was a jumbled tangle of post-traumatic stress, worry, fear, and flashes of images from books and movies that would not leave her head. There was reality, fantasy, and then this place that existed in between. "And I will not take orders from a ******** hippogryff," she said, words like venom in her mouth. "I saved your life once before, Buckbeak. And it is mine to take back." Worlds blurred, lines too. She was both Hermione and Eta IV, both a character destined to live and one doomed to die.
Whirling one last time, Eta Hermione pointed a finger out at Epilson VII. "If you cry for the pony that tried to kill us all, then I will remove your spine through your throat. You want to cry about this? Then just throw yourself on the scythe now." Speaking of throwing yourself on a scythe, Hermione turned back to Alpha Ten.
She wouldn't be told what to do.
She wouldn't be given rules.
She wouldn't be stripped of her identity.
No, this was her life for the taking. She could live it, she could waste it, she could exploit it. But it was hers. Eta IV didn't want to play a game anymore. She just wanted to punch and feel the squelch of flesh beneath that fist. At least she knew that was real. At least she had control over that.
There was nothing here she could control -- but this? This was her choice.
With a roar like a falcon in its final dive, Eta "Hermione" IV threw herself headlong at Alpha Ten and attempted to wrestle the scythe from her hands.
...it was a shame she didn't see Zeta XI making a similar decision. It was always that ******** Cho Chang. Always ruining everything, including what she was certain would have been a glorious attack. First Dumbledore's Army had been undone by that idiot -- and now? Now Dumbledore's Second Army would suffer for her insolence too.
(( Eta IV's HP: 15
Weapon: Flying Fists of Fury
Damage to Alpha Ten: 0 HP
WRY SUCH A FAILURE WRY))
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danse-hexe rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:47 am
[A10 is ATTACKING Hermione, another KO.]
Within seconds they were flying at her, throwing punches that didn't even hurt. Perhaps now she had the scythe, the only thing left to her was the same fate as the previous 'game master'.
But she would not go down so easily. With only E13 in her mind, she swung the scythe again, bringing Hermione down.
Yes, came the affirmation. Yes, I am the traitor.
"Tell us who to kill," A1 said in the distance. It was nice to hear his voice. A nice, comforting, fatherly sort of voice. Yet it wasn't something she expected to hear out of him.. had she possibly broken him with what she'd done?
She and A7 both. He'd taken out three. She needed one more to match the count.
"Me," she said, bursting out into laughter. They would think she was mad. They probably already did.
"Kill me," she repeated, laughing harder. It echoed around the room eerily, and she pulled the scythe back to her, ready for the last hit.. before she took one herself.
Current HP: 14
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Bilious rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:48 am
[Z4 Attacking A10]
The Zeta soldier on the floor gave a groan as he slowly came to again, the world of pretty flowers and rainbows and garden parties drifting away once again and he was aware of something wet dribbling past his suit. Blood? Why did he feel like he was hanging upside down?
Eyes drifting open, he watched as the ground shifted, the chair that had shattered against his mask falling away thanks to gravity to clatter against the increasingly closer wall- What... what on Earth?
Bodies, bodies everywhere, people had butchered while he had been out- what... why?? Wasn't there a logical way out of this that DIDN'T involve slaughtering each other??
Breathing quickly, he managed to grab the table, hauling himself to a crouching position as he glanced at the madness all around- only to spot his "Team Mate" clinging to the scythe screaming about staying back-
"No... no... no, Miss... Miss A10 you're better than that!" He breathed, and before he knew what he was doing, he was lunging for her, ready to wrench the scythe from her hands, "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! Just put it down and we can all... TALK about this!" He was crying, he realized, he could feel the wet under his mask, and the tremble in his voice-
HP: 15
Attack: 0
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:55 am
((Uh, Zee, just to clarify, are you picking up E-13's pendant? o.O Wouldn't it still be near his body? Asking here since it's relevant to the other players as well.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:03 am
((Yes, E-1 picked up E-13's pendant. I figured he was handing it over when he got scythed, so it could have dropped near E-1? Small room is small.))
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danse-hexe rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:05 am
[A10 ATTACKING E1.. and leaving the scythe for G3]
"You," she growled, turning on E1. "You return that. He gave it to G3. You. Return. It."
Without waiting for an answer she slashed at him, killing him in one blow and grabbing the pendant before anyone else could.
The pendant with the spot of blood on it was now completely red- just like everything else she saw through the now-tinted lenses of her gas mask.
Now, when they talked about rose-tinted glasses, A10 was fairly sure it wasn't like this. Funny how much difference a few shades darker made. Flinging the scythe on the ground by E1's dead body, she staggered over to G3 and shoved the pendant into her glove.
"It's game over for me," the girl said, somewhat bitterly, falling to her knees in front of A1 and Z4.
"I think I've done enough, here." She refused to look at A7, or Z8, or the Doctor- would they hate her for what she'd done? She couldn't live with that.
But then, she was going to die anyway...
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:16 am
Her parents were dentists.
Her best friends were Ron and Harry.
Her pet was an orange cat named Crookshanks.
Her favorite subject was every subject, except Divination.
Her Yule Ball date was Victor Krum.
She cared about the rights of House Elves.
Her future was a long, winding road of endless possibilities.
She was brave and strong and knew exactly who she was.
She had a purpose.
She mattered.
She was a person.
She had a life.
She was somebody.
She was somebody.
She was—
(( Eta “Hermione” IV is now kicking back in the Death Lounge with a cocktail and some sort of delightfully soft Snuggie – or at least she will be when I get home from work. ))
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Adghal Popion rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 1
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:17 am
[Zeta Eleven is attacking Alpha Ten. HWOOOOOOOOOO!]
Zeta Eleven clenched his eyes shut, hearing the hum of the blade, fully expecting it to be followed by nothingness. He made contact, only a slight grazing of his knuckles against Alpha Ten's cheek before moving right past her. When he opened his eyes and looked down at himself, he was amazed to find no gaping wound. But his back felt warm. Wet. What had she done?
He spun around, just in time to see the decimation of Eta Four. Hermione. That girl who had run into him. He didn't have any particular connection to her, other than some sort of make believe rivalry, but for some reason he felt a tinge of loss watching her sink to her knees, her life taken in an instant and her blood splattered all over his back. Funny, that.
He lunged forward again, simply hoping to pin Alpha Ten from behind. The slick floor made solid footing impossible, though, and he once again only managed to nick her, sent tumbling past and crashing into a few chairs.
Weapon being used: Fists
Total damage to self: 0 HP
Total damage to Alpha Ten: 1 HP... though maybe that's not such a big deal now.
HP Left: 15 HP
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:17 am
[E7 is looking for the watch]
This was getting ridiculous fast. He started looking for the watch avoiding scythe girl. "The Watch is the Traitor!" He called hoping that'd make them all stop for a second.
He took a breath and began to bullshit the reason he thought the watch was. "The watch tells time. It ticks. It makes us feel like we have LESS time." He called as he crawled on the floor trying to follow the ticking noise.
"We have to destroy it. Nothing else tells time here!" His head popped up from between two chairs. "It betrays us by telling us the time. Our Phones don't even tell time!"
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:20 am
(A4 trying to knock the weapon away from A10)
This was..rather a large and terrible c**k up. It was always this girl, stepping up to the fight. To do the terrible necessities. Really, what has A7 been thinking, to give her the burdens of choice and a terrible power not easily wielded? Reaching to grab her arm, the tilted room caused him to miss by a fair margin, stumbling he pleaded with her, "Please...dearling, you don't have to take this upon yourself. Not again."
But he needn't have tried, as she relinquished it on her own, and...knelt down. It was...not a sight he had ever wished to see, but in this place, on this island with it's bloody games, perhaps it was the best she could hope for. Placing a hand on her back he whispered, "Be at peace."
HP: 15
Damage: 0
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:24 am
T-13 was horrified and confused. When the walls started to close in it was all he could do to keep from being tangled up by another body, or some piece of random furniture. In all his bumbling about trying not to die he looked up in time to watch the other Thirteen sliced to pieces, his last pendant falling away.
There was also unnerving talk of destroying the pendants. Stumbling back he fell into one of the few upright chairs still.
"I'm with the watch, smash the damn thing and see if that get's us out, but if you break the pendants your screwing everyone in the room by giving less people a chance to get out of this alive."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:26 am
”NO!
The world slowed down as that single syllable left her lips, as the scythe sliced E-13 clean through, even as she tried to hold him up. Her body sank to the ground with his, bloody fingers clutching his shoulders, and Gamma Three had the experience of feeling what it was like to hold only half of a person in her arms for that brief moment. Then E-1 was there, and Gamma Three was letting go.
Gamma Three was letting go because Gamma Three could not defeat that woman huddled against the wall. Gamma Three could not defeat Death and survive the horrific scene playing out before them. Gamma Three was releasing the body of the man who'd stood to defend her when she'd been ready to give herself up to the game.
Gamma Three could not survive, even as she saw Eta IV fall.
Gamma Three could not avenge her.
But Harry Mother ******** Potter could.
Harry stood, and her eyes were narrowed and focused on the woman who stood against that wall. Even as she swung again, taking out the girl to whom she'd left Eta-13's body. The scythe cut clean through, and Harry was pulling it out. Harry Potter was rising to the occasion and fighting the darkness. Harry Potter was doing what Gamme Three could not. Harry wrenched the scythe from it's resting place and poured her strength into bringing it down.
Even as the pendant was shoved into her glove, as Alpha Ten got to her knees, Harry could not see through her rage.
Because Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived, and he was soon going to be the Boy Who ******** Killed Alpha Ten.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:26 am
"It's just an inanimate object-- Are you sure?!" A-12 asked rather incredulously, helping in the scramble to find it. But she kept tripping on the debris left in the room, the scrapes on her knees and elbows through the protective gear only proved her clumsy show.
"An inanimate onject can't be the traitor--E7, this room's closing in on us whether the watch ticks or not. .. I think."
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prolixity rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:26 am
((A1 attacking Z11 ))
"Z-Four," A-One said gently. "we need your support." He touched the other man's shoulder. "There's no way out of this that doesn't involve death."
A-Ten was dropping the scythe, going to her knees. A-One didn't understand. Hadn't she made up her mind?
But there was a more immediate threat now. Z-Eleven was coming in swinging. He was going to hurt A-Ten. That wasn't right.
A-One turned and aimed his fist for the middle of Z-Eleven's face. Between the lenses, that was where his fist would connect. And that would help make things better.
(( HP: 15
Damage: 4 ))
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Orestae rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:27 am
It came down with a sickening squelch, the tip of the scythe collided with her skull, and buried in till it reached well past her shoulder blades. Harry put a foot on the now dead girl's shoulder, pushed with a boot and pulled, and the scythe came free with a noise like a wet vacuum and a spray of blood and grey matter.
It was kind of gross. Like the rest of the room.
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