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Roland had stood to the back, watching quietly, touching things was on record as a really bad idea for most hunters and when everyone started to poke at the puddles he was sure to keep away.

When Cass was stunned though his attitude took a quick drop into the bleak, she was a senior mist, she was their best bet in a fight or almost any situation. When they started to carry her towards the pool his eyes went slightly wider.

They threw her in.

The walls continued to move and Roland had to make a choice, try and get across and drag Cass... or go after Finn and Jack. His eyes darted over Ian who had done nothing either, they where both just as guilty.

He crossed over Cass quickly mumbling sorry before following the others.

HP: 17

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Group Phi

The look Wilson gave Solomon could’ve shamed a thousand men back to their own rooms. Some people just wanted other people to fuss over their safety, he supposed. “I wouldn’t consider that a very smart idea,” he said after a long time, but sighed and gestured for the sun trainee to hop in if he so pleased. Muscles tensed when he heard screams, cries of help. Crunching bones and flesh. It didn’t surprise the death hunter to see Solomon disappear into the hole. Wilson’s expression remained stony, cloudy eyes looking past the other man. “Later.” He watched Milo follow, but he refused to play follow-the-leader.

He’d heard the sounds clearly. There would be no need to intervene. If he followed now, there would only be disgust and failure. He’d seen enough twisted bodies. So he waited right by the hole, occasionally shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Wilson looked at his wristwatch. Ah yes, there it was.

Wilson knelt down by the hole and called out, “Are you going to come out or stay there?”

MAZE

"I have no intentions of dying at all you foolish-- " Kostya testily started, but there was that sound, a sound he knew. Before using only Syntax, before his time on the island, in another life, he had known his weapons. Konstantin could disassemble a gun in five seconds flat and put it back together in four point two, and that little click was the tell-tale sound of a safety switching off.

Slowly, he turned to face Lucky, eyes suddenly wide behind his glasses, the bravado and easy confidence he'd been wearing slipping off of his face. The bullet hit him in the shoulder before he had time to react, and as he staggered backwards against the wall, Kostya realised that what he had feared was the one, penultimate truth.

We are our own worst enemies. There is no intrinsic good in any of us. There are not two wolves, there is only one, and it is hungry.

There was a disconnect between his body and mind, because the mind was clear but his body was weak . The body screamed like a dying rabbit, the body broke under pressure against Kostya's will, the body was a bag of organs and blood left out to dry. Closing his eyes, he wondered where Syntax was, where that strength and protection that he'd taken for granted had gone. Blood bloomed on his white coat, spreading like ink on wet paper. The scream shifted into a weeping, because it hurt, because he was alone, because he had been so foolish to think that Lucky was anything but a poisonous cancer on mankind.

Of all the things he had been expecting-- anticipating, dreading, hoping-- being shot had not come to Kostya's mind as a possibility. Not even once.

He looked up at Lucky, betrayed. "S-Stupid."

It was unclear whether he was calling Lucky stupid, or himself.


hp // YOU ******** SHOT ME, LUCKY
7 evens // 5 odds
1 one // 3 sixes

[ BETA + PHI GROUP ]


Whether or not the others went the same direction as he did, Ian didn't really care. Either they all stuck together and would have to fight each other, or they'd split up and Ian would be left to his own disorganized, chaotic thoughts. Whatever the case, he heard the footsteps near him and knew that Jack, Finn, and Ro, as well as himself, had all gone the same situation.

The walls rumbled - a whoosh -

- and then a terrible, awful stench filled his nose, metallic and harsh, and something warm and wet splashed across Ian's face, his shoulders, his whole body. He threw up his arms automatically to cover his eyes, staggering back several steps as there were thuds around him. When he lowered his arm, he would find that he and the rest of his (for lack of a better word) team were no longer alone. Three others stood there, or at least, Ian thought they looked relatively humanish, though they were covered with blood.

He took a step back, teeth gritted together. The blood sank into his skin and his clothing, making everything feel rancid and sticky. "Welcome to hell, party of three," he said sarcastically, and turned towards the hallway, his feet squelching in the scarlet liquid that pooled at his ankles.

There was a door, but what lay behind it was questionable. Ian eyed the keys in Ro's hand warily.

"You gonna be the leader, then?" he asked flatly.


[ HP: 9 ]

{ Omega }

What seemed wrong first was not the fact that the dagger initially did nothing, but more so the fact that when Abbi moved back it sparked in her hand. A note of pain escaped her as she let it go and she tried to make her mouth into a frown until she noticed where the weapon was headed. It was too late to snatch it back, especially with it sparking like that, and another surprised note left the teen when Mimsy began to scream.
"N-no! No no no no--" This wasn't right, this wasn't supposed to be like this!
Even though Viveca isn't there, Abbi can guess that she would say of course it wasn't, but that she had been stupid enough to believe it would be. And that it was all Abbi's fault.
A strangled note left the teen as Chelsea shouted at her and tried to remove the still sparking dagger.
"Sh-she was gonna... She was gonna hurt me! Sh-she ranks higher-- I-I-- It wasn't s-supposed to be this bad!" Shaking hands rose to do nothing but tremble uselessly.

This wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to hurt someone, just keep them down and from hurting others. That's what the dagger was supposed to do, right? Just keep them from hurting anyone else.
Another little cry left her as Stormy pulled her away, the tears she'd been trying so hard to keep inside spilling over when the older girl touched Abbi's face. An odd look crossed Stormy's face, something the girl should have known but only tenuously grasped now.
"Th-the man who g-gave me-- He gave it t-to me! He-he said it just stuns!" Why had she listened to him? "H-he said this... This was because-- I don't know! Because they used to be Hunters an-and this wasn't supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to die he lied to me!"

The words from the blonde boy startled her further and Abbi jerked away from Stormy's hands to back up, clenching shaking fists by her side.
"I didn't mean to kill her! She was gonna kill me, I was just defending myself! I-I won't hurt anyone e-else I-I-" With nothing left but an overwhelming sense of guilt, the girl didn't even bother with saying anything more and dropped her face into her hands to cry.

BETA AND PHI GROUP


As Roland moved to grab the pair of keys and walk to the door, it opened without even needing to be unlocked-

- Ad then promptly closed behind the Mist trainee the second they moved through it. Inside was a room with a lot of switches. There were primarily six each coloured differently: red orange yellow green blue violet. A sign was hung over them.

Only two will lead to your freedom.

What Roland saw at the other side of the switches was the locked door, firmly sealed. What the rest of the group saw however, instead of a locked door and a stone wall, was thick, soundproof glass. A one way viewing room. Attempting to knock, kick, or scratch the glass did nothing. The door remained closed.

BETA/PHI GROUP

The walls closed in behind them and blood rained. Body bits fell. And now they found themselves in a new sort of hell.

Had this been any other time Jack would have flinched at the fact that his clothes were now sullied; he didn't imagine someone like Finn was doing much better. Still, Ian's silence up until then was welcomed--better than dealing with the other Mist.

"When this is over what? You used her to save yourself, too," Jack spat. "You're ******** welcome. Go ahead and live with that first." The guy--Roland, he remembered the woman saying--went ahead and took the keys, and Jack was just about to suggest something else when they were separated from him. <******** cells had to have something. Jack investigated the middle right one. As he did, he glanced over one of the bloodied figures that had dropped in; of the three, his was the only one even vaguely recognizable under all of that.

"Yo, Power Ranger. Seen better days, huh?"

[ group phi + beta ]

Milo could have gotten over the meat grinder machine thing, probably but the whole room of blood was just a bit disgusting. Mostly because it was seeping into everything and smelled horribly, and so that was just going to stick around forever. So, when the three of them were just sort of plopped somewhere, for the most part the brunette just sort of twitched. First blue goo now... blood, hurray! This was awesome. He twitched again, trying not to open his mouth least to get any inside (opening his eyes was a trial enough. And haha, look.. there was blood everywhere here too). "Ge..." Man, another outfit ruined.

But there were others as well, besides the blood. Which meant, needing to try to compose himself even with the state he was in, covered from head to toe as it dripped off him. (Because it was a Hunter thing to do, right?) Milo raised his hand in a pitiful sort of wave, spraying more red blood everywhere and then began to shake his hands out a little more. He watched for a moment, someone went off with some keys behind a door and Jack seemed to be getting into a heated argument with some of other guy about something or other. The trainee glanced at where Solomon was (kind of envying him for having that visor) before finally moving to investigate the cell nearest him, the middle left one. With some very sludgy shoes, gah, it was in his shoes. But, haha.. dungeons. Maybe he could also find a towel or something.