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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:37 pm
"It is crazy," she agreed with an emphatic nod, "but how can you not fear death? Even if we don't remember anything before this... I still want to survive. I want to find out who I am."
She smiled as he sprung forward and began to walk backwards-- it wasn't like it made a difference, with the fog obscuring anything that might lay before them. "Delta Seven, Delta Four. Should we turn back towards the lighthouse? There doesn't seem to be much to find in this direction."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:42 pm
D7 shrugged easily. These guys were shaping up a little - maybe the fatalism had just been a reaction to the shock of their situation. Now they seemed much more determined to fight for their lives, which was a good thing if they were going to work together.
"To the lighthouse is fine," he said. It was in between their camp and the teal one, but hopefully they wouldn't be joined by the other squad. If they appeared, decisions were going to have to be quickly made about when and who to fight.
"Was hoping the fog would clear a bit, but it doesn't seem like it," he explained. Late coming, to be sure, since he'd originally just taken off without telling them anything. "Might as well see if there's anything useful inside."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 10:54 pm
"Lighthouse," Delta Four responded instantly, her hand reaching up to rub her temples, before she slowed her pace. "You shouldn't walk backwards... we're near a cliff, after all." She turned to look back behind them, as if she could see past the fog, but a shake of her head revealed that she could not.
She, too, did not want to die, and she had no qualms at all about living. She wanted to live. She wanted to remember. Sadly, it did not look like any of them would remember anytime soon.
"This fog is rather tiresome." Both around them and in their minds, if fog could be a euphemism for amnesia.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:10 pm
He confusedly scratched his head and crossed his arms. Twelve lowered his head, deep in concentration as he attempted to drudge up an answer for Six. “I don’t know. I just don’t.” Frustrated, he huffed. “I guess I’ll figure it out eventually.”
At both of D7’s and D4’s comments about the fog, he stopped in his tracks and raised his head. Slowly, he rolled his gaze left and right. It was true. The fog was dense and opaque, like a white sheet that covered everything in sight. Heck, Twelve had to make sure he was close enough to the others so that he would not lose them from his sight. “Okay then. Lighthouse, here we come!” He dramatically pointed to the sky and marched forward, laughing and briefly placing his hands on their shoulders.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:54 pm
"Let's go, then." D6 turned on her heel and peered back in the direction they'd come from. It was hard to even see the tent from here, much less the lighthouse lying behind it. Hopefully the fog would clear up as the day progressed. She stepped cautiously, more aware now of the rocky cliff beside their path after Delta Four's reminder.
((going to sleep- be back in 12 hours!))
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:01 am
D7 led the way back to the Lighthouse. He was careful as he traversed the rocky paths, but it didn't seem like much effort to find the safest place to put his feet or to test the rocks were sturdy before putting weight on them. Maybe that meant this wasn't his first time on cliffs or dangerous paths? He thought he seemed like an active kind of person - it would explain why he'd been so eager to get out of the tent and do something.
He shrugged it off. No sense wondering of what might have been. Maybe if he passed this test, he'd get his memories back.
It was a mostly silent walk, everyone watching their feet. After a warning to be careful, their chances of an accident somehow seemed higher. It didn't take all that long before they were at the base of the lighthouse.
"Guess we look for a door and see if it opens?" he said to the others. It would be just their luck if it was locked.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:25 am
Delta Four actually laughed, a light noise. "That... cheered me up a little. I'm sorry - I'm just... well, I'm worried why we're here in the first place." She glanced to Delta Seven and spread her palms upwards to his question. "If the door actually does open. Or if there is a hypothetical door... how do you know something bad isn't behind it?" She snickered a little bit. "Maybe we could knock."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 2:16 am
Delta Seven cracked a smile, not that it could be seen under his gasmask. "What would you do if something answered?"
D7 didn't see a door from where he was, but there had to be one somewhere. He began walking around the base of lighthouse. The fog seemed to thicken and swell as he walked, until he couldn't see so much as his hand in front of him. It wasn't so surprising that he therefore exited the fog in a different location...
[[ Exiting to Boss Fight. Will return after that ^^ ]]
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 2:59 am
"I'm not sure," Delta Four replied, tilting her head in a quizzical way. She watched the other walk a direction, and then pointed the other way. "I'll check around this way." She moved the opposite direction, disappearing in the fog.
[Homg exiting to boss fight!]
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 9:36 am
As they made their way to the lighthouse D6 found herself falling further and further behind. She heard murmurs of the conversation between D4 and D7-- and then suddenly it stopped. They had reached the base of the lighthouse; she searched the white fog but her eyes but saw nothing to indicate their presence. Turning, she took another step in the fog-- and then found herself in another place entirely.
[exiting to boss fight]
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 11:13 am
“I’d say ‘Hello’?” Twelve answered, unsure. One by one, his teammates disappeared into the fog. He stopped suddenly, unsure of what to do next. Twelve could not hear their footsteps. Should he stay or continue walking?
He paused, and stepped forward, disappearing into the fog.
[ exiting to boss fight ]
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 6:18 pm
[Entering from Hiding]
Delta Six reached the lighthouse at a run, panting hard. She braced herself to a halt against the stone wall of the tower, the smack of glove against stone echoing in the silent fog, then turned and slid down the wall to rest, sitting, at its base.
How many more days of this? She tried not to look at the dagger in her hand, hoping the fog monsters hadn't left any stomach-turning traces on the metal. Eyes squeezed shut, she wiped the dagger on the dirt beside her. A weapon covered in soil would be better than one covered in blood.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 7:41 pm
[ entering from hiding ]
It was uncomfortable to run through the fog by himself, but at least Twelve knew that the rest of the group were not too far away from him. Occasionally he would hear their footsteps and he would realign himself with it—assuming that it was their footsteps, and not someone else’s. To his delight, the mist parted so that he could spot Delta Six, panting and crouching over as she rested by the wall of the tower.
“Six! It’s nice to know that I have some navigational skills, or good hearing, at least.” He laughed. Six began to wipe her dagger on the dirt and Twelve quizzically watched on. Again he was reminded of his own weapon. He brought it out and delicately grasped it in both hands. The blood had dried to a dark red that dulled the gleaming metal. Silently, Twelve sheathed his dagger. “I wonder where the others are.” I wonder if Delta Seven is okay.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 8:21 pm
"Delta Twelve, you're okay?" She opened her eyes at the sound of his voice and waved, with a weak smile at his joke. Noticing his questioning look, she continued, "I can't take the sight of all this blood. Whoever I was in my real life, I don't think I was a serial killer. Or a doctor." She laughed ruefully and knocked the blade against the lighthouse wall to shake off some of the dirt.
"I don't know where they are, either. I hope they're alright." Maybe she shouldn't have fled like she did. Were the other Deltas and Thetas being attacked by more of those fog monsters right now? Even so, she doubted that her presence could have helped much. "And Delta Seven..."
But he had been the boldest, the most independent out of all of them. Wherever he was, he would definitely be holding his own.
[going to sleep; be back in around 14 hours after school orz]
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 4:02 pm
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Twelve’s mind switched back to the battle from moments before. Various people had stepped into the acrid, corroding smoke. He figured Delta Seven had dived into the black mist, but what about Delta Six? Figuring that his lens were thick enough to obscure his eyes, he quickly searched Delta Six for signs of damage—a slightly ripped sleeve. Rather than call attention to his lack of injuries, he remained silent on the matter.
“Or a soldier,” he quipped. Perhaps he held one of those listed vocations? A doctor. A soldier. A serial killer. A chill ran down his spine at the last option. Twelve wished to know about his past, but at the same time he was apprehensive about learning what he was like before arriving at the island. Was he just as cheerful and steadfast as he was now? Was he the complete opposite of his current self? The questions harmlessly swirled in his mind.
He walked over to the stone wall and leaned against it, his arms crossed. “They’re in a group, so I’m sure they’ll be able to fend off whatever comes their way,” noted Twelve. For reasons he did not understand, he lifted his head to the sky, but found more misty fog. He knew that he would find nothing up above, but a part of him hoped that it was not the case. “Seven’s a hardy guy, so I’m sure he’s fine too.”
Twelve continued stare at the fog-covered sky and imagined clear blue sprinkled with wispy clouds. “Should we stay here or do you want to keep moving on?”
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