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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 10:35 pm
12 chuckled a bit at the grand introduction. It was a bit over the top, but humor was nice, given the situation they'd found themselves in.
"Oh, I just feel so special!" she laughed, "Glad to see you could fit me into your busy little establishment." 12 mused, sitting up a bit more properly. But man, that couch felt freakin' fantastic! No really, it had been completely fabulous. Not that she'd suffered much of the more scary things out in the world before arriving...wherever they were.
"Nice to meet you, Five and Fiver, I assume as there's nobody else to bask in such fabulous titles. I'm 12. Gamma-12. 12 is plenty though. I'm not exactly sure why I'm here. In fact, last thing I remember if being cracked in the face and hitting the ground." she added. "So which one of you is Five and which one of you is Fiver? I'm really going to need to know the difference. A number on your helmet just won't be enough for me to guess."
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 10:47 pm
Fiver was rather pleased with the introduction his companion had come up with himself. He was already making a mental note to make find some writing materials and hang up a sign .... or maybe just write the words with ALCOHOL spilled on the floor or something. Since it wasn't good for much of anything else.
"Fiver, at your service," he introduced himself, with a grin and a little almost-bow. Didn't hurt to be courteous to the ladies, right? Even if they were dead and the suits weren't coming off anytime soon. There was always hope for the future!
Or maybe not, since they were dead. Dammit.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 10:57 pm
Well, the pain in her chest made sense now. Somehow or other, she'd died and ended up here. Her heart still hurt, though. As much as she'd expected to die, she hadn't expected to.. miss her... could she call them friends? this much.
The ones who'd stood up for her. Attacked for her. And protected her. A12, A7, Z8, A4. Whispering a soft thank-you to them, and a prayer for their safety, she hoped it'd carry through, to wherever they were. Hopefully it'd protect them, as they protected her.
Looking around, she saw three more people, one of them too familiar for her own liking. A5. The person she'd led the attack on. Suddenly any guilt she had for killing him was gone: he was, for all intents and purposes, 'alive' in front of her.
Hm. Walking past the group of three, she chose a soft chair and plopped down on it. They could come to her if they so desired- she didn't particularly feel like socialising at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:02 pm
 "Wait wait wait, I got this, I got this."
They held up one hand, one finger, before turning towards the 'deceased' quartet. "Wah, I died. Boohoo here I am, why am I here? Why are we here? What does it all mean and why am I still wearing my stupid mask and outfit?"
A pause. "Well, did I come close? At least give me credit for trying."
It patted the seats next to it. "Now please, please children. Come sit. I'll tell you a nice story if you do." There was nothing friendly about their tone of voice.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:16 pm
.... Oh wonderful. First A10 showed up here (but at least that meant she was dead and he'd been avenged, yay!) and then... THEN. Some cloaked idiot with a scythe. Probably thought he was "Death" or something.
But still, it merited asking. "Just who the ******** are you?" Fiver demanded, fists clenching at his sides. He would ignore A10 FOR NOW but later ... oh yea. He definitely had some words to say to her. Like, with his fists.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:20 pm
"It's very nice to meet you, Fiver." 12 nodded to the man, before it seemed their presence was graced by two new figure, nodding to A10 briefly, before looking to the ...glowing...blue man...in a magic coat...with a big weapon. A very big weapon, at that. Holyyyy crap!
"Damn. I think if I'd had one of those it would have been a much more effective time against Mr. Pony......"
Her musing was paused by the sudden note of 'I died'. If her face could have been seen under her mask, the fact she hadn't known she was dead would have been a touch more obvious. However, her silence sort of reeked of it.
"I'm....dead?"
...................
"Well damn. That ******** sucks. Guess I'll make the place comfortable in case anybody else from Gamma shows up then." she shrugged, figuring it was the least she could do before she got up from her spot on the couch, crossing over to plant herself in the seat right next to the figure, if only to eyeball the weapon a bit more.
It was very impressive.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:35 pm
Well, he was just a couple of seats away from her, and A5 showed no inclination of moving over. For all she knew, he was still spouting stupid rubbish, and she wanted to have no part of it.
Getting up from her seat, A10 moved to sit on the other side of the strange figure. He'd asked some things she hadn't even thought about (maybe she would have, if she'd had more time to lounge around in the lounge).. but what was she expecting, reaally? Of course there wouldn't be time to relax, even when you were dead.
One thing after another, after another.
"You can't pay on credit forever," she said to the figure, laughing. "It catches up with you."
"But now... storytime, you said?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 12:44 am
Beta I had died. Valiantly. In battle. With no regrets. Blood and Glory. Death with honor. LIKE A BOSS.
Well they did have one regret.
They didn't get to go down in fiery explosion. That would have been nice. No, actually that would have been awesome. Walking in the space, she peered around the area. For being dead, this was hardly bad. Also...people with flaming scythes? Grim reaper? How pleasant. Maybe they were here to give them some sort of explanation. And oh. Was that?
"Beta V?" Beta I paused. "I saw you go down, you fought well." This was true.
"I also looted your body. I hope you didn't mind. I thought it would assist our comrades and prevent it from falling into enemy hands." Pulling a drink from the counter, Beta I went to seat, legs crossed, interested to this cloaked figure. "Forgive my intrusion. I am not sure how one comes into being dead announced, but, I do not mean to interrupt. Please continue." The cloaked figure could be rude, but Beta I liked to think herself above such things.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:09 am
Finally, most of the commotion seemed to have died down, and they put the magazine to one side. "Oh yes, a story. I guess you guys are done getting comfortable now." They entirely ignored everyone's questions. "Once upon a... oh crap. How did it go again? Oh yes, right."
"The first question is, of course, why did you wake up on this island? Since you are dead, and pretty much at your end voyage, I will share with you. Those who wake up on the island come from all over the world. The Human World, that is. Yes, indeed, you were human. You bleed, you hurt, you die.
Yet, from the time of ever since you can remember, there was something...extra. The dark corners and closets of their world sometimes held energy. Alleyways at night never felt as empty as they looked. Shadows would shift in ways no light could be responsible for. Scary movies, amusement park rides, haunted houses, tense moments that sparked fear in people's hearts...they all held that special energy.
Some would simply live their lives fiercely ignoring it and others would embrace it as some sort of "sixth sense." Still more would find their lives in a battle between their mind and senses, between what should be and what they felt was right beside them. Sometimes they would find compromise, sometimes society would find that compromise for them."
"And then one day, you were approached by a stranger, a quite charming and handsome one, if I don't say so myself. One who spoke of these things. Of this energy and the sensation of not-quite-there things lurking in the darkness. You would meet this stranger several times in a matter of weeks. And they'd explain things, answer questions, and speak of a terrible thing: the danger is real, here, and all around us. Mankind is prey. No, even less than that. Your are cattle to be fattened and milked, and herded this way and that by invisible tormentors. Your heart and mind are teased and manipulated for their pleasure and amusement.
And said handsome stranger would leave again, to let them think on it. Think on what it means to go from top of the foodchain to domestic livestock. And when the stranger comes back, you are more than ready to hear more, to hear that mankind doesn't have to be the cattle any longer. Nor even prey with a fighting chance. Because people like me, people like you, have the ability to become Hunters. You have the ability to fight back, and defend this world from such corruptions."
"Phew, god that is a long story, I should make an abridged version or something." A glass of scotch appeared right in their hands, and they took as they took a long drink. "Anyway, good talk, it was nice having you Hunter candidates - oh are some of those memories from your daily lives kicking in? I bet they would be. Death has a nasty habit of ruining my plans, well, not the horseman version."
The figure was still rambling on, something about how difficult it was to obtain a wandering soul, something about Fear, but it was hard to understand them now. Everything around the room was getting blurry. The walls seemed more like layers of fog, the figure simply a faint shadow.
"... going back... guess its better this way...." Could be heard faintly from the figure. ".... say hi.... too bad..... everything."
When the deceased woke up again, they would not remember anything that occurred in this room. ((OOC: YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN SENT BACK. Please go back to YOUR SQUAD MEMBER'S TENTS and post a revival post, and react ICLY. They do not remember anything that happened in this room, so as far as they are concerned, they died, and got up. - The are back at full health, all injuries have disappeared. - If they died in a boss fight, please roleplay their body mysteriously vanishing from that thread first (an exit post). - Your character has NO WEAPONS, please reroll for weapons. There are HOWEVER no more first aid kits for them. - THIS ONLY APPLIES TO THE PEOPLE WHO WERE INVOLVED IN THIS RP, AS CLEARLY STATED BY THE CHARACTER LEAVING. ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:12 pm
(Apparently I'm supposed to post here, right? Then back at the boss to dissolve, then the tent. ^^; )
(E-3 entering, very late, from the Cornfield Boss.)
E-3 had barely arrived at the death room-- lounge? Wait, what? Oh whatever, she didn't really care at this point.
She was deaddd. But apparently someone was telling a story...? She listened curiously, wondering exactly what had happened to her...
But then, it seemed something else was at play. She felt...strange. Like she was being torn to different directions, but she didn't know where.
What was going on...? The voice was getting swirled, and E-3 couldn't make out exactly what it was saying...but she was confused about a lot of stuff...this was just the more to add to her record of confusion. Not that she'd remember it anyway.
But still. Where was she supposed to be going now?!
(E-3's body is going to go dissolve now, and then re-appear back in the Epsilon Tent.
I hope I did this right. ^^;; )
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:56 pm
(( ... The above post was for the prior four occupants of the ORP. This is a come as you RP ORP
THAT MEANS NOONE ELSE WILL BE RESURRECTED AFTER MY RP POST POINT, I think this is pretty clear for an ORP. You can't.. retcon an orp. Sigh. Anyway, for anyone who dies:
YOU ARE STUCK IN THIS LOUNGE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. YOU CANNOT AUTO REZ, YOU CANNOT RETCON AN OLD POST REFERRING TO OLDER CHARACTERS IN THE THREAD ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:51 pm
Delta Seven was surprised, to say the least, to find himself in a lounge. The last thing he remembered was bleeding out in an underground cavern, a girl apologising for killing him, and Delta Seven trying to pass on his weapon to the only teammate he could trust to carry out their task. Things had gone dark and cold. And then he had opened his eyes, and here he was in the bar of some swanky hotel - or so it seemed.
"I doubt this is Hell... and I doubt I rate a spot in Heaven," the man said to himself. He glanced around, but the place was empty. "Purgatory, then?"
Well, at least it came with booze. If Delta Seven had to comteplate theology and the afterlife and the mysteries of his own life, he wanted a damn drink.
The service here was crap. A bit of hunting around gave him a glass, into which he threw a few ice cubes. A golden bottle caught his eye. He grabbed it off the shelf and took a seat at the bar. It was a decent scotch. There was something very familiar about the sound of it pouring into the glass, the ice clinking gently.
It was only at this point that he realised he was still wearing his gasmask. This was going to make drinking hard. Staring down at the amber liquid, Delta Seven frowned and considered his current predicament.
If he was dead, shouldn't he be able to remove the mask? What would it do, kill him a second time? And yet... he watched the ice melt, thinking, surely if he was dead, shouldn't he also knew who he was? Those hidden memories, wouldn't they have come back?
Maybe he shouldn't take off the gasmask. Just in case.
... Maybe this was hell. To have good booze in front of him and be unable to drink it. Sounded very Greek Underworld to him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:05 am
The voice came from behind the deceased Delta Seven. Said figure paused. "Actually I like to think of this place more as a net preventing" - airquotes- " 'Purgatory', and a lot nicer too. Affordable and pragmatic interior designers are so difficult to locate these days, oh the connections I had to go through to bribe them, but enough about me."
Delta Seven would find something being thrown at them: a simple black cloak. "Pick up your weapons and put the cloak on, chop-chop now, I run a tight schedule." Inside said cloak were a pair of simple daggers.
The figure was walking towards the only door in the entire room now, giving the knob a twist before he pulled it open. Fog poured out from the other side, and the sound of something whooshing rhythmically - was that water?
"The cloak is just to maintain pretenses, we can't have anyone discovering who you are now can we? You can take off that ridiculous mask too, you're dead, or well something to that aspect as far as you are concerned, so I'm pretty sure that you're not going to explode anytime soon, better get comfortable. We're going to take a long walk on the beach and enjoy the sunset." (( OOC: - Everyone who arrived AFTER Delta Seven arrived just after this turn of events, the room is currently sealed and there are no other NPC figures around...for now. Simply rp arriving into the room as you would normally. - Delta Seven/Kalindara please head over here and make your IC response ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:06 am
[ Gamma One entering from minefield task ]
...Light. Noise. Softness? Gamma One pushed herself into a seated position, thoroughly confused as her thoughts attempted to reassemble themselves. She held her hands up to her masked face, expecting what? To see them charred or not there. Hadn't she been blown up? She'd stepped on a mine, surely that meant being dead...
So where the hell was she? She looked around, realising she kind of looked like she was in a slightly tacky first class lounge of an airport - and how the hell did she think that sentence? She shook her head, and spoke.
'Hello?' she turned, looking around the lounge..bar?
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:22 am
[ Entering from Minesweeper Task ]
She hadn't even been able to scream out when the mine exploded from beneath her. However, how ever quick it had been, E-4 was positive that she had felt the pain of the mind tearing her apart in those short milliseconds. It was instant to everyone watching, but it had felt far, far too long for her.
Needless to say, she was sure that she was dead. There was no way for her to survive an exploding mine, but...now she wasn't sure what to think anymore. When she suddenly jerked upright, sweating and shaking violently, she was surprised to find that she was in a lounge. Breathing, thinking, and generally functioning like a live person.
And, most important, in one piece.
"What happened?" Had it all been a dream? All the fighting, her teammates, the mines...? A quick look at herself confirmed that no, at the very least, she was still decked out in pink armor and a gas mask. But then...where was she? If she was really dead, it certainly looked too uh..."pleasant" to be hell, and kind of shoddy for heaven. No offense to whoever ran this place.
There was someone else in the lounge, but E-4 chose to keep her distance, if only for now. However, something suddenly hit her: one of her fellow teammates had been on the same square as she had been on. Was she also here? Was this were people came when they died in this game?
If that's the case, I'm going to have their heads if any of the other pink team members show up here. They had better survive, with or without her.
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