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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:46 am
[ A-Eleven entering from the cornfields ORP sign-up! ]
One moment she was back to back with Z-Eight in the cornfields keeping watch for enemies, and the next...well. She wasn't in the cornfields anymore. She was in...a classroom? The only other time she remembered being in a classroom was...when someone mentioned her signing up for this island fun time.
At least the rest of her group was here. She was happy for that. A few others, too. New colors on their suits. So there really were more teams on this island. The one other being in the room...was that the same robed being who had sent the 'Death' horse away? A-Eleven scowled a bit under her helmet. Just who was this robed person? Were there others? Then she relaxed. It didn't matter. There was at least one of them one this island, and they may be helpful or they may not be. Just another thing she would have to accept as reality.
The stranger's speech wasn't really informative. Just cryptic instruction. Finding a traitor among them? What exactly was the traitor to have done...or be turning against? It wasn't like there were clear sides here...were there? Other than Phoenix, of course. On that there was no wavering. But not everyone here was from her team. So...what was with the traitor thing? I suppose we'll find out, she thought as she took a seat near her teammates.
A-Eleven listened as A-Ten started her speech, followed by others. During this time, she wrote her name on the paper- "Alpha Eleven". Then, after someone called Theta-Thirteen, she decided it was her turn.
"I'm Alpha Eleven, or just A-Eleven if you like, and I'm a member of Phoenix as well," she gestured to the rest of the team. "Since waking up on this island I have seen death, giant horses of 'Death', and resurrection." She glanced at a couple of folks in the room. "I have no idea why I'm on this island, but I plan to do everything in my power to make sure my team survives this...place. Thank you." That was all there was. She had a name, a team and a gun. That was all she knew.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:23 am
((Entering from Cornfields ORP))
Theta-5 had been looking blindly in the fog for his friend, so that once they were in a classroom with perfect visibility, Theta-5 was just happy to see again. After that, the scenery was just plain nice. COmfortable room, neat chairs, and the circle table meant there didn't need to be a specific order...at first. What he did see was that people were taking seats in a rather clumpy fashion and he eased over to his chair next to Theta-13, happy to see him but more concerned with how everyone was sitting. Sure, there was a guy who looked like blue Death, but there was the matter of seating arrangements to deal with.
Since he was still standing, T-5 waited his turn and turned to T-13. "Shhh. You shouldn't swear." He whispered to his friend before doing his own introduction. "Well, I'm Theta Five and...well, that's just the number on my outfit. I don't remember much, but I did leave my tent and was attacked by a horse with everyone else. Then some people attacked me but Theta-13 here helped out. Doesn't seem like my group cared so I don't know if that makes them a traitor. Isn't that the whole point of this anyways?" What made anyone a traitor then. "I was following T-13 and got lost until we wound up here."
He fiddled with his hands, one bandaged from the recent scuffle with the horse and fighting. "Is there any way we can all sit in proper order. It's much more organized. All teammates sit together, by ascending number. Doesn't that sound better?" He looked at them all, hoping they would get up and rearrange themselves.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:37 am
[E-10 entering from ORP signup!]
What the hell was that. E-10 had looked around for only a moment before she was suddenly blinded, wincing and trying to rub her eyes only for her hand to bump against her mask. Oh, right. She couldn't...damn. Stupid mask! When she finally could see again she looked around with a deep frown; this place looked like the interior of some kind of loony bin. Not even any windows...
Wait, who the hell was that? They looked like Death. Were they dead? But...no! She couldn't die! She needed to get those damn pe--wait, was E-13 here? If he was here it would prove they weren't dead. She looked around, spotting him and sighing with relief. So they weren't dead, that must just have meant they were going to die. Everyone except E-13, that lucky b*****d. She needed to get that pendant from him. He didn't need two! And she should get the other one. She deserved it. ******** everyone else. Suddenly 'Death' spoke and she jumped a little, doing as she was told and sitting in a nearby chair without even looking who was beside her.
"So this is a game." She muttered to herself, relief clear in her voice. It was okay that she was thinking these thoughts, because it was all a game, none of it was real. There would be no consequences. None. After this she could go home to...to her normal..life? She couldn't remember her normal life. Why couldn't she remember? This was unsettling; E-10 hadn't bothered to wonder about that before, she didn't have any reason to think about her own past. Her heart stopped when 'Death' called one of them out to be a traitor. He knew. Someone was a traitor. But who? Thirteen? He did have two pendants, and she hadn't seen E-4 in quite awhile...no. No way. Thirteen was too stupid to be a traitor. It had to be someone smart, someone cunning, someone good at pretending they weren't some kind of traitor or backstabber.
...It had to be her.
She swallowed hard and looked around at the other faces, suddenly very grateful for the masks. No one could see the panic on her face. She listened silently, sort of listened anyway, as everyone else introduced themselves. She was in a panic, damn near hyperventilating. She needed a story. Any story would do. She took the paper from the guy beside her as he went about talking about himself to the others, swallowing again and scribbling down Epsilon Ten on the paper.
Oh. Was it her turn now? Haha! Okay then! Ha..haha. She cleared her throat a bit. "My name is Epsilon Ten. I was born a coal miner's daughter, in a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler." Good start, good start. Humor would throw them off her trail. Totally. "Experiences...uh...well I know for fact my gun friggin' sucks. I've only hit one target this whole time I've been here and my eyes were closed! So I think it was luck. If anyone knows where I can find a new gun, it'd be much appreciated." She said in as much of a mock Southern accent as she could. Just keep up the humor. "My group was attacked by a giant Death Pony of some kind. I dunno about you guys. It was like...the size of..a mountain or something. It was huge. Other than that though I don't have much to tell...uh...so...yeah..." Not so great an ending, but hopefully the opener worked?
Her leg bounced under the table though she put a hand on it to try and stop it from doing so. There had to be someone else. It had to be. Had that guy read her mind or something? Shiiiiiiiit.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:39 am
[A-Two entering from the sign-up thread!]
A-Two stumbled backwards when the light blinded her... only to stop and blink in confusion as the afterimages resolved into an odd, familiar setting. "Ew! This is, like, school!" she blurted out. And not the fun bits of school, either...
... she couldn't entirely remember what the fun bits were, but she was fairly sure they hadn't occurred in a classroom.
But at least this was actual civilization, right? That was at least a leg up on a beach, a cornfield, and a stupid foggy path. A-Two walked over to the table and pulled out a chair, trying to stick as close to her squad as possible. "Alpha-Two, Phoenix Squad," she said, raising her voice and tapping her helmet just under the carved mark. "And, like, I think we've all been doing the same thing. Wandering, like, around? And getting, like, murdered? It's totally uncool," she added, leveling a biting glare at the hooded figure.
Giant nerd, clearly. Biggest of all nerds. Was that a costume? Ew.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:29 am
((Gamma three entering from cornfield sign ups!)) A classroom? No windows? A dark-garbed figure spouting out rules and talking about killing people? Leave it to Severus Snape to follow them to this hellish place just to make them take potions class. She looked around, all but waiting for the man to come forward and say.  Harrγ Gamma Pott3r looked carefully around, taking Hermione's hand on one and Cho's in the other and giving both a light squeeze. Yeah, she's Harry Potter, the bitches love her, right? She harrumphed as Hagrid A7 dropped her into a chair and took his place on the table, curious that it did not break under his giant's weight. Ah! It must have been an enchanted table, after all. Maybe Dumbledore himself had enchanted i- Dumbledore...Ten full minutes were lost in the black hole of wistful staring. “That's buckbeack!” Harry corrected a A10 gave her name, “And you should always bow before you speak to a hippogryph.” Harry did so, from the seat Hagrid had dropped him into. She heard A4's accent, and for a brief moment Harry stared at the man with a curious gaze. Could he be a death eater? “I'm Gamma Three, as Voldemort would have you believe, but I am also...” Harry waited. And waited. And waited. And flipped her card around to reveal...  Nobody seemed impressed. Why weren't they impressed? "I have come here to destroy the horcruxes and bring an end to the Dark Lord Voldemort."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:20 am
[A9 entering from Cornfield ORP sign-up thread!]
A-Nine politely listened as everyone introduced themselves, taking careful care not to fidget -- or worse, get distracted. She promised everyone on her team that she would be useful, that she wouldn't be a liability, that they wouldn't regret letting her join. And she was determined to prove it!
She would find the traitor that hooded person talked about and then A-One would be so proud of her! And A-Seven would stop macking on the ladies, however briefly, to give her a high-five! And maybe mack on her too? A-Nine pondered that briefly before shaking her head. Nah, A-Ten and Zeta-Eight and who knows who else would get jealous.
But maybe Zeta-Four would sing her a lovely victory song, she'd like that. And A-Two and A-Eleven would... what would they do? Oh, duh! Backup singers! Brilliant! And as for the rest of her team-- Wait. Why was everyone looking expectantly at her?
A-Nine look around the room in bemusement, was something going on? Then she realized that they were all waiting on her.
"Ack! Uh, um." She fumbled for her card. "I'm Alpha-Nine." She said, holding up her card for everyone to see. "And I'm part of Phoenix squad!" She waved cheerfully to everyone on her team. "That's all." She sat down again.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 12:04 pm
[Z4 Entering from ORP!]
There was a woosh and a sensation of being pulled inside out and right side out again and Z4 wobbled as his feet suddenly hit solid ground. He blinked about the tables, mind whirling and still half humming in his anxiety- he had never even had a chance to answer their commander...
"Are... are we having a party? I like parties! And a lively one too, with so many people here! I Don't even remember RSVPing!" He practically beamed out from behind his mask, sauntering to take a seat near the other Phoenixes, giving A9 a ginger pat on the back for such a good introduction. "OH! Introductions are in order, yes? Well, They call me Zeta 4 of Phoenix, although I have been called Mouse once before but unfortunately the man who-" He trailed off, voice sounding morose a moment before his eyes spotted yet another ghost from beyond the grave, "Mr. Fiver! Oh! I'm so relieved! When did you come back from the dead??" No matter, no matter, introductions, right! "And I couldn't possibly be a traitor, I have only just made alliances, why would I throw it all away like that? I enjoy music, and flowers, and garden parties." And party games! Oh this should be fun! He scribbled his name down before beaming to the rest.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 12:36 pm
<< Eta IV entering from Sign-Up Thread >> One second she was clinging to the long-lost Hogwarts gamekeeper and patting his trusty canine on the head, and the next she was clutching the sides of her helmet and fighting the urge to complain loudly about her splitting headache. When the pain first stopped, Eta IV didn't quite realize they had moved, not until she glanced down at her booted feet and saw, well, a floor. She was still hugging Hagrid and only grudgingly allowed him to break free, taking the seat he offered. "I think we've Apparated," she said quietly to Gamma "Harry" III. Wide, wondering eyes peeled over the room and it was -- wait. It was... It was... A CLASSROOM Euphoria flooded every synapse in Eta Hermione's (incredibly large and impressive) brain. A classroom! Why, it was like she had just opened a random door to find her parents sitting on a couch with her favorite foods, Crookshanks, and maybe Ron? all of her other favorite things in the world. Hermione had no idea what sort of a test this was, but if it was happening in a classroom... well? Bitches ain't got s**t on the Queen of the Handraise. The instructor at the front of the room -- obviously one of the House ghosts? -- was rattling off instructions. Hermione nodded along with them, wishing she had a pad of paper or pen to jot down notes with. Eta Hermione was pretty sure that taking notes was like having sex to her. When she took her seat (it was a shame this was a circle table, she always preferred sitting near the front), Hermione waited all of two seconds before raising her hand like this: ...only to realize that everyone else was just shouting out their answers. How. Rude. It didn't bother Hermione that there were people who had once been dead here. Obviously, they were going to be House Ghosts. It didn't bother her that all these others had strange names. Obviously, they were Muggles. Alpha Four spoke in the pleasing, dulcet tones of a man of breeding and class, and Hermione allowed herself to sigh wistfully. She ignored Theta Five telling her to move. She had already convinced herself this was the best seat in the entire classroom. Every single person who identified themselves as a member of Phoenix squad would find Hermione staring starry-eyed at them. And then she would correct them, each one of them, with an exaggerated, " The Order of the Phoenix." It was hard to tell who was who with the masks. Where was Tonks? Lupin? Sirius was dead (pour one out). Madeye Moody too (pour more out). Without Gamma Harry just blindly naming people, Eta Hermione felt a little lost. She normally just... sort of went along with whatever identities Harry gave to people here. After waiting as long as she felt was humanly possible to speak, Eta "Hermione" IV straightened in her chair, put on her best British accent, and explained, "Voldemort cast Obliviate on us, you see, but our memories have come back to us now. I am not the 'Eta IV' that his dark magic tried to tell me I was. Our purpose in life was too strong to be wiped away by dark magic." She patted Harry lightly on the arm. Cho Chang got a blank stare. "My name is Hermione Granger, and I am currently in Year Seven at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And yes, both of my parents are Muggles, and if you have a problem with that, you may form an orderly line and take it up with the business end of my wand. We were forced to leave school recently--" she got a little choked up at the thought "--but we are back on the trail tracking down all the horcruxes to come out of this whole mess alive." Hermioned survived in the books. Therefore, Eta IV had to survive. It was a quiet hope that she clung to, buried in her chest beside her own heartbeat, hidden beneath the layers of protective fantasy that this Hermione delusion provided for her. Quietly, she leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Pettigrew must be here." And then immediately went back to scrawl her name in the elegant, poetic cursive that had to belong to a girl who enjoyed penmanship as much as she was certain Hermione had to: And, because she followed rules, she added a small footnote to the bottom of her page that said: "Eta IV." But that was was her slave-to-the-dark-magic name. She didn't have to be that person anymore. She could be more than that person ever was.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:26 pm
[Zeta Eleven is entering from the Sign-Up Thread! Please don't let this be a parent-teacher conference.]
Zeta Eleven was still pointing and staring at the numbers etched onto Alpha Ten’s gloves, mumbling the word ‘no’ with varying levels of disbelief, when the light grew too bright to see anything. When the brilliant white glare finally reached a breaking point, giving way to the drab banality of a classroom, Zeta Eleven simply found himself gaping at the very-much-alive Alpha Ten in a new setting. He was hardly fazed that they had traveled through the physical plane in nothing more than a flash of light, as that seemed a mere parlor trick compared to the fact that the dead were currently walking among them.
It was only when the figure spoke up that Eleven could stand to look away from the living, breathing corpse for more than an instant. At the head of the classroom appeared the same cloaked stranger who had saved his alliance from complete annihilation. He was hearing the figure’s words, but not necessarily listening to them. Answers… traitor… kill. The same old song he had come to expect from the cryptic text messages, all vagueness with an underlining current of menace. Once the figure ended its spiel, Eleven immediately returned his gaze to Alpha Ten, only to frown as she moved to sit at the table along with everyone else.
He found his hand being briefly taken by Gamma Three’s, not having the energy to pull away. He even returned the squeeze, however faintly, grateful for even the slightest amount of comfort to cling to. Even if its source was a complete lunatic.
He took a seat beside her, not quite filled with enough team spirit to want to sit anywhere near his fellow Zetas. He was a man of convictions, probably, and he wasn’t about to go crawling back to them just because they had a cool new team na- wait, Phoenix? Eleven bristled, positively stewing as he folded his arms across his chest in a huff. That was his team name, damn it. He had most likely come up with it way before any of them did. And it still sounded undeniably stupid.
Alternating between waiting for his turn and dreading it, Eleven sat perfectly still in his chair, watching each individual give their name and introductions, parsing together what information he could glean from each of their stories. Apparently, Alpha Ten wasn’t the only dead person to not be dead anymore. Perhaps he shouldn’t be so surprised, as an island that featured demon horses and teleportation probably could not be expected to follow the standard laws of life and death. But that didn't make up for all the guilt he had felt, even if it did make figuring out the traitor easy. He glared at Alpha Ten. If she couldn’t be trusted to stay dead, what could she be trusted with?
When it came his turn to speak, Eleven realized he hadn’t filled out a name card. He quickly reached across the table, and for a few moments the only sound filling the room was that of his pen scribbling against his paper. He stopped suddenly, looking up at the circle of masks facing him. For the first time, he considered how his story might sound to an audience of his peers. Shooting a girl while she was unconscious. Running off to the cornfields on his own. Never saying so much as more than a few sentences to anybody else on the island.
Even on the beach, to his own teammates, he hadn’t been able to convincingly argue his very sound reasoning. He swallowed hard, realizing another course of action may be the best for his continued survival.
He looked to Gamma Three, and then to Eta Four, and in a brilliant moment of realization, discovered that they were onto something he had never considered before.
Denial.
His pen slashed across his paper before scribbling something new. He flipped his card over, revealing the words ‘Zeta Eleve Cho Chang’.
“I’m Cho Chang,” he said in a far too measured tone. “And I am very pretty.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:04 pm
" BAHAHAHA- YEAH you are." A7's raucous laughter shook the table itself as he slammed his hands against it. Z11 had just said he was pretty. It was as if the heavens opened up and said; Unto thee, A7, I do bestow this most auspicious of jokes. Be fruitful and multiply. He held his head in one hand, as if he was trying to keep it from rolling clean off as he shook with laughter. "Is that where you ran off to back there, princess? Had yourself a little sex change in the cornfields? Agh, I'm crying, I have tears in my eyes and I can't wipe them away."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:22 pm
When did Hagrid become such an a**?
Obviously the time spent away from Hogwarts had hardened Alpha Hagrid to the situation at hand. Maybe it was all that time he spent living with giants... Maybe it was one too many insults about how dumb he was from one Draco Malfoy. Whatever the reason was, Hermione realized that this new Hagrid was going to be a different sort of Hagrid.
But, hey, as long as he was insulting that second rate female protagonist Cho Chang? Well, Hermione was A-OK with that. Because she was way prettier. And smarter. And more relevant to the entire plotline in general. Eta Hermione didn't like to think that anyone was going to usurp Harry's dependence on her maternal coddling and whipsmart planning.
Plus, Cho Chang was one manly-a** "hot" girl.
Leaning over toward Alpha Hagrid, Hermione said, "And can you believe she is still leading Harry on? Some people, really." One hand reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "Oh, Hagrid, don't cry. I'm sure Grawp will be just fine in the Forbidden Forest without you." If she had a tissue, she would have given it to him. Hermione was considerate like that.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:11 pm
Zeta Choleven clenched his jaw at the sound of Alpha Seven’s derisive laughter. This, from the man who had been heartbroken over a woman he had to have known for all of two hours before she died. He swallowed his desire to argue with him, partially because he was still a massive mountain of a man, but mostly because Eleven knew that if he was going to avoid being singled out as the suspected traitor, he was going to have to commit to this new identity completely.
“No,” he said plainly, trying his best to maintain a calm face even if nobody could see it. “I merely met Harry here, and he showed me who I really was.” Eleven reached over to place his hand atop Gamma Three’s, nodding in affirmation of his words as if the normalcy of the situation should have been clearly evident to all of them.
Head turned to Eta Four, but he said nothing, simply stroking the top of Harry’s hand. Supporting cast? Try love interest, b***h.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:16 pm
Ohgodohgodohgod they were all nerds. She was SURROUNDED BY NERDS. The nerdiest of nerds. They were, like... going to dress up at nerd-gatherings and... be... nerds... together.
(She didn't know the specifics, naturally, not being a nerd. Gross!)
A-Two gave the 'Harry Potter' crowd a horrified look - though the gasmask pretty much neutralized it - and scooted closer to A-7 and the rest. "Um. Guys? I think they, like. Might be insane," she whispered, where only her squadmades could hear her.
At this point, she was honestly more freaked out by the confirmed nerds than by the possibly-nerd with the scythe.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:22 pm
Still laughing, A7 took a deep breath to try and calm down - though A2 had him close to starting up all over again. He leaned back in his chair, dangerously perched on the back legs, and dropped his large arm around A2's shoulders as he leaned in.
"You think? I know. They're loons - and for as much tragedy as we've been forced to deal with on this trip, I for one am going to enjoy the hell out of them for as long as I can. Just like the Doctor there- OI. BACK OFF A10 A LITTLE, YOU AIN'T EXAMININ' HER."
He didn't mean to yell while so close to A2, it was a mistake. Honest.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:43 pm
A-Two stumbled back a little bit from the force of A-Seven's shout. A few sharp retorts sprang automatically to her tongue - gawd, knock it off, loser - but she swallowed them. She didn't mean them; why would she say them?
It was starting to bug her a little, how instinctive it seemed to be to lash out at those around her. What kind of person had she been, anyway?
... Not a nerd, at least.
"So, like, how come they... like... that dude was on the beach with us! He's not a whatever he says!" she hissed at A-Seven.
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