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Eight rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-12)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:09 pm
((E-10 is KILLING GAMMA 3 AND TAKING HER SCYTHE AND PENDANT))
REAPER TEN was sick of this s**t. She was sick of missing. She was tired of hitting walls, tripping on the floor. She was pissed, and anything in her path was going down. She picked up a nearby chair that had fallen in all the chaos and held it tightly in her hands, lifting it and storming right up to Gamma 3. The chair was raised above her head and then brought right back down, heading straight for Gamma 3 with the legs extended toward her.
It hit.
..It..it hit.
The chair fell to the floor with a clatter, dripping with blood. Gamma 3's blood. But that wasn't what REAPER TEN was looking at. She was looking at the scythe...and the pendant. The two things she had wanted. She had craved them. Desired them. Needed them.
And now she had them.
With a huge grin plastered on her face, REAPER TEN picked up the pendant, putting it around her neck before lifting the scythe with both hands.
"My turn."
((Current statuses:
Alpha Ten - Dansehexe Dead
Alpha Seven - Nio
Alpha Three - Sephiros Dead
Alpha Five - Manda Dead
Epsilon Five - Hanging gallow Has a pendant
Alpha Four - Lizbot
Zeta Three - Hanyousblood
Alpha Twelve - Random Artist Dead
Zeta Five - Randy2love Dead
Zeta Eight - Nata Dead
Epsilon Thirteen - Toshi ** 2 pendants Dead
Episilon Seven - LP
Epsilon One - Zee Oddwyn Dead
Theta Thirteen - Miliardo
Alpha Eleven - Grngriff
Theta Five - Moonkitsune Dead
Epsilon Ten - Eight Current scythe wiel--WTF WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! Has TWO pendants
Alpha Two - Sosiqui
Gamma Three - Orestae Dead
Alpha Nine - Frigoris
Zeta Four - Bilious Dead
Eta Four - Akina Dead
Zeta Eleven - Adghal Popion Dead
Alpha One - ProlixityDead))
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:10 pm
T-13 stood staring in shock and confusion, Harry Potter was offically the lord of death.
And possibly the biggest traitor of them all? He was pretty sure she just killed some girl she was macking on a moment ago?
Wait never mind, someone just smashed Harry's head in with a chair.
It seemed he would no longer be....
...the boy who lived.
YEAAAAAAAAAH!
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:12 pm
[Z4 attacking Gama 3 again- but he's dead now so NEVERMIND LOL]
It seemed once the floodgates had opened, it was difficult to stop him, screaming and flailing as he tried to either wrench the scythe from the Gama's hands or wrench off their helmet- whichever could happen first..
Unfortunately it also put him in a prime spot for a very neat scythe attack to slice his head completely in two.
There would be no more singing.
It is hard to sing with your head in pieces.
The body that had once contained Z4 suddenly collapsed, limp and lifeless to join the wreckage on the floor.
[Z4 IS DEAD. exitin' to deathpost]
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:15 pm
He'd hit. He knew he had.
The scythe had too.
A-One stood for a long moment, confused at the pain searing through him. Then he crumpled, all at once.
The last thing he saw was red.
[A1 EXITING for death~]
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:20 pm
"You, new crazy person with the scythe." He pointed towards the spot where part of Harry was mixed in with a few pieces of Alpha-1's remains. "See that watch? Do us all a favor and try smashing that right quick will ya?"
Before you go on a blind killingspree like the rest of the room.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:21 pm
If Alpha Seven had been waiting for Zeta Eight to scold him, that day would not come. She had been remarkably silent the entire time, standing off to the side somewhere with a glazed look no one could see beneath the mask and staring blankly at her fist. Even as the blood started to flow, she had merely glanced over at where Alpha Seven was swinging the scythe like a madman, his analogy of dancing until they die surprisingly elegant and suiting. But, as it was, no one could avoid death forever. One by one, Alpha Seven's victims fell, the heavy sounds of meat smacking against the floor echoing even despite the screams, which had threatened to consume the room.
Even as the floor suddenly tilted, warping beyond recognition, Zeta Eight didn't move, merely shifting to accommodate the change, surprisingly balanced as she shifted her center of balance. As the scythe changed hands, first from Alpha Seven to Alpha Ten, then from Alpha Ten to Gamma Three, her gaze merely followed it, still unmoved from where she had stood after throwing that first punch, unbothered by the blood beginning to pool over her boots. And this time, when Alpha Ten decided to die, she didn't stop her. Her mask arched, following the path of the blade as the sudden crack and squelch like an egg breaking on the floor pierced the air, announcing her death.
It didn't seem like she even noticed who was dying. Or perhaps it didn't matter. Finally moving, she merely weaved through the battle before settling before Alpha Ten's lifeless, bloodied corpse, tilting her head at it curiously before crouching down onto her haunches, running a hand over the top of her helmet, as if stroking her hair.
HP: 15
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:24 pm
((REAPER TEN SAYS EENIE MEENIE MINIE....THETA FIVE.))
Who first, who first. REAPER TEN was feeling crazy with power, cocky and smug. And she loved every ******** second of it. She heard a clatter and turned around to see Theta Five clambering around in the chairs.
Heh. He'd do.
The scythe was whipped around as she spun on her heel, using her momentum to bring it down and across Theta Five's body with a delighted laugh.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:25 pm
First, Harry Potter was like  Then, Harry Potter was like Then there was a chair, and Harry Potter was like And on the inside, Harry Potter was like  There was one last shout. One last battle cry, one last angry plea of pain and rage as the gates of Hell opened and the minions of darkness descended upon her. Gamma Three fell to her knees, her body weak and covered in blood, as the chair descended upon her. Every muscle had been exhausted, every Her hands trembled, and for one brief moment, the world was silent and still. For one brief moment, she was at peace, for she had laid waste to the minions of darkness, and they had felt her wrath. Only one brief moment. Because with death came and understanding. With death came a realization. She was not the Boy Who Lived. She was not special. She was not magic. She, like all those that came before her and all of those that came after, was just another Girl Who Died. And that was exactly what she did. ((Gamma Three exiting to Death Lounge! IT'S BEEN REAL YO.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:32 pm
A12 had been thrown back when her balance had been lost. She hit dully against the wall, near A10's body and Zeta Eight. WHen she opened her eyes .. it was to Zeta Eight's strange reaction.
Her robotic reaction. Nothing seemed to register. Perhaps, that sight was just as alarming as the sight of A10's body. But the sight of Zeta Eight .. stroking her, much like a fallen pet, was even moreso. Something flashed back-- something brief. A sensation, as if a hand was lightly going over A12's head. A chuckle in her ear that had since long faded.
For some reason, the sensation didn't make A12 happy. Instead .. it made her.. sad? Shakily and wobbling, A12 made her way to Zeta Eight, tugging on the girl's arm insistently. "Zeta Eight. Zeta Eight. It's Alpha Ten. Don't you recognize her?!"
Where was Zeta Eight's drive? Where was she? It was as if .. Alpha Twelve couldnt see Zata Eight anymore. It was simply someone in her gear. In her armor. The Phoenix crew was in front of her, dying and she just .. wasn't doing anything. Wouldnt Zeta Eight act first?
"Zeta Eight?"
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:35 pm
((REAPER TEN SAYS SHOULD'VE STAYED QUIET, A12))
She heard a voice and she kept spinning on that heel, keeping her scythe out and ready. Who was talking? Shut the hell up.
CAN'T TALK WITHOUT A HEAD.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:41 pm
The hand that had been so insistently tugging at Zeta Eight, fell away. Just like that, the voice that might have penetrated Zeta Eight's unknown haze was gone. It might have only been a buzzing noise-- but it was gone just like that.
She was just there one moment. Gone the next. perhaps, A12 never knew what happened. The headband she had used from the lower cloak of the reaper fell to the ground ...
A12 thought she had taken the reaper's words to heart. Survive, he had said. But .. apparently she hadn't. A12's body fell towards the side, the last remains of the once-timid girl no longer existed. Because she was following the reaper in his death.
[Exiting to deaththread! OH REAPER heart _ heart ]
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:44 pm
((Neutral FOR NOW))
Something sparkled. What was sparkling. REAPER TEN paused a moment in her crazed killing spree to bend down and pick up something from one of the faceless bodies she had cut in half. It..it was a PENDANT! Her eyes widened for a moment.
She laughed.
She laughed a lot.
All this hell, all this madness..and now she had the best weapon ever and two pendants.
Epsilon Ten was on top of the goddamn world and she wasn't planning on coming down from this high anytime soon.
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x_Nata_x rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:46 pm
Zeta Eight didn't notice as Alpha Twelve suddenly hit the wall beside her, not even flinching despite how close it had been. In fact, it wasn't until the third or fourth repetition of her name that she turned her face upward from the mutilated body, turning ninety degrees to stare at the girl. If there was any recollection, it was vague -- her posture didn't change, unmoving from where she sat on her knees. Instead, she merely tilted her head slowly, slightly to the right, cocking it in a curious fashion.
As the scythe came down, her gaze followed the motion of her decapitated head as it rolled to one side, glancing back up just in time to watch the body fall the other way.
Her eyes lifted to Epsilon Ten. For a good few breaths, she just stared, watching as the girl bent down to pick something out of the carnage, following the subtlest of movements. Only then did she gently set down Alpha Ten's head, pressing her bloodied hands to the floor to slowly push herself from a crouch into a standing position.
And, very methodically, Zeta Eight kicked off the splintered floor, bringing her arm back to take a swing at her, blow glancing off Epsilon Ten's cheekbone.
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:50 pm
((Z8 SAY HI TO THAT THERE PEARLY GATE))
The pendant was put around her neck with the other and she reveled in how they clinked together, exhaling in a shuddering sigh. She had never felt so good. She felt...drunk, but a good drunk. Her head turned slowly to the little Zeta who was punching her, and if only she could see the creepy smile on her face. "Little girls should stick to playing with their dolls, not trying to play with the big kids on the jungle gym." She said to her in a deceptively sweet sing-song voice, almost cooing to Z8 as she lifted her arm. The scythe felt so..light. It was like a feather in her hands.
She had never felt so amazing before. She never wanted it to end.
The scythe was swung, its blade slicing cleanly through Z8's torso like a knife through warm butter.
"Oops. Did I do that? My bad." She chuckled and looked around at who was left. Ooooh, the numbers were cutting down nicely. Epsilon Ten began to hum, dragging the blade of her scythe along the blood-soaked floor as she moved closer to those still alive.
((E-10's HP: 14))
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:17 pm
E-5 gave his pendant to E-7
E5 stared in horror, the cloak figure had merely disappeared leaving behind his scythe and now utter chaos broke out into the room. The room, was even more to terrifying as it started to mimic a rather painful experience like that of Alice in Wonderland, yet instead of E-5 getting larger it was the room itself getting smaller. He would have rather preferred if it was the other way around knowing that he could stop going at one point but the room current state only reassured him that it wasn’t going to stop shrinking.
Yet the room’s size wasn’t the only problem, the smell of rotting flesh started to linger as the crumpled up mess of table and chairs showed a gruesome scene like that of a poorly plotted slasher flick. He watched as Puddles (E-13) perished under the scythe along with various others, even poor Theta-Five who earlier had jumped on him earlier seemed to be unable to escape its wrath. And currently at the center of it all was the scythe in E-10’s hand that seemed to have lost every last bit of her state of mind.
“**** this,” E-5 responded, he guess if he was going to go down he may as well take the traitorous wrench of E-10 down a few steps with him. It wasn’t like she really cared about the team anyways and what the hell why not join the rest of his team in whatever hell the island had for him anyways?
Taking the pendant E-13 had given him he has in way happy E-13 gave him a moment chance to live peeling it off he tossed it to E-7.
“I hope you make it through man, sorry I can’t be around to patch up afterwards.” He replied before climbing up the massive heap of splinters and bodies to reach E-10.
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