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Mechanically cracking her neck in her kneeling position, X overheard the commanding horse-thing and scoffed at the pendant as it faded off after just leaving it there. Some grand prize... that was not what she wanted

...where...when...where-

She hadn't noticed that the whole while E5 had already returned to the field with the others; possibly due to the fact that voices were hard to recognize at this point. X didn't really know any of these bodies well enough. There was, however, B7...

B7... she did hear the tone in that specific figures voice. That was recognizable. At first impression, B7 was annoying but proved useful when she was slicing into an enemy. Allies. pfft. All the noise of chatter pertaining to being allies. It didn't matter to X. With her new found joy, all figures had a slightly tantalizing look to them.

Then again... X had found joy when she was given the opportunity to attack E3 along with the others. It was almost as much fun watching someone else brutalize a writhing body as it was doing it herself.

calculating calculating...

96 foes were alot to take on. Given this new information, those standing in the field were but a drop in the bucket compared to the outside locations. She'd hold from attacking anyone in the pink and blue suits for now- they were her allies after all....

It was a strategical point to follow "the boss" (B7) out of the field and onward to bigger, greater...and more delicious things...

[BX is following B7 into the Traveling Thread]

Quite honestly, she been expecting the horse to do something stupid like that. Tell them it'd give the pendant to the one who remained standing, and then make them all race for it. It wasn't even a clean race! The horse had obviously rigged it somehow, cause E-1 didn't think they were all tired enough to trip and stumble that much.

It seemed a lot of the others had decided to venture out into other territories, and the more E-1 thought about it, the more she had to admit that what they'd said made sense. What if two groups from some other location joined up? Today had been a lesson in how effective an entire gang was against a few individuals. She watched as a good number of the Beta members left the field, then turned back toward that small glowing beacon.

Well, she'd said she wanted the pendant, and she still did. She had to try. For E-3. Gritting her teeth, E-1 made a dash for it.

Some of the blues took off, parting on mostly good terms and inviting anyone who wanted to come along. But other blues were still hanging around. Including B-4, who was still nearby, gesturing with his gun. By now, the blues who'd left were probably too far to hear if something went down again.

E-13 considered his knife. He still owed that guy, Hairpin. And if started in, the rest of the pinks would too. He'd seen how they'd worked before. They could finish off the remaining blues no problem, and then...and then, he still wasn't feeling to healthy. And ultimately, there wasn't blue, pink, red, yellow. There was 1, 2, 3, 4...

Better to wait.

"I'm gonna wait," he said aloud, to whoever was still remaining, "I want to see who gets the thing." After all, while he didn't necessarily want it right now, that might be important to keep track of.

If anyone was setting their sights on Before, he was the last one to know. But even if he did, he wasn't going to protest. He did deserve payback for all the s**t he did (accidentally! :C ). When his teammates were heading out, Before quickly followed after them. But just before Before disappeared from the crash site, he turned to ET, "We're going now! Good luck with painting the kill-me-now-sign, I mean pendant-getting!" There is a big goofy grin on his mouth as if he just made the most hilarious joke (no, Before, it's just you that thinks it).

[Beta Four is exiting for the Lighthouse]

“I see,” E-12 said, nodding in E-13’s direction. Ninety other people on the island, eh? Well, that would account for the other people from her classroom dream (memory??). A true cease fire with the Betas would save a lot of lives, but it was too little too late in E-12’s opinion. Why did they go straight to killing? Why did we respond in kind? Are we savages?

E-12 watched the people running for the pendant while absentmindedly scratching her knife in the dirt. Several Betas had attempted the run and then gave up and headed into the corn. Well, good. E-12 didn’t trust them even if they were operating under a cease fire agreement. Had they even actually agreed to one? The fighting had ended for the time being, but what would happen the next time they crossed paths?

“I’ll wait too,” E-12 agreed with E-13, she needed to see things through to the end. “I want to see what E-3 died for.” She added bitterly. E-12 wanted nothing to do with the pendant.

Well, nothing until day seven, that is.

B9 sighed. What to do? For now she'd just wait and watch to see who would get the pendant. She'd make her move after that. Didn't want to get randomly backstabbed by leaving by herself. "Um, beta people? Can I go with one of you..." B9 didn't mind leaving just didn't want to be by herself.

ε IX remained where she was, but relaxed from her kneeling position to just plain sitting as the horse disappeared. The pendant was quite tempting now that it was possibly within reach, but... Was it worth it? She weighed her options, silent and impassive behind the concealing gas mask. The dagger went back into its sheath at her belt, near the phone. "Aw, hell," she muttered as she belatedly noticed the message waiting. Well, at least it didn't apply to me. I'll have to be more careful in the future or it might be my head, she thought grimly after reading over the text. Wonder what all that was about though.

Easing back into a reclining position with the phone stowed away again, she stuck her legs out in front of her and leaned on her elbows, watching the show before her unfold. She could care less who got the pendant at the moment so long as she could keep an eye on them. This might be a good opportunity for forging alliances... possibly to break them later, when the time was right.

She vaguely wondered if she had been this feral in her former life. No telling, really. For now it was better to be vicious and alive than compassionate and dead, right? In the meantime, she'd tag along with these other pink people and collect anyone else useful who fell into their path. At the very least, there would be safety in numbers if this competition was as cutthroat as she thought. The downside was that the numbers meant more people to watch your back around. Or your front, she amended, eying the stark evidence of that in the form of blood on the ground.

She coughed, casting a look around at those who remained, "Anyone else gonna give it a try, eh? I don't particularly want to have that horse monster pop up again because we managed to bungle another order." She gave a short bark of a laugh before adding, "I don't think the pendant will bite."