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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 2:56 pm
It was like watching a movie.
The smell of blood penetrated A7's senses. It made things so clear. He had dropped the scythe in a moment of weakness, and before he could stop her, he'd let A10 take on the burden that she should have never carried.
And there, before his very eyes, A10 had become a most willing angel of death.
The blows kept coming, trying to bring her down, and he wanted to fight. He wanted to return every punch that came her way, but as long as she held that scythe it was pointless. A10 didn't need him anymore. He'd become some useless commodity that stood on the sidelines and watched as the one domino he'd knocked over turned into a cascade of falling domino bodies, one after the other. He should have ripped that scythe from her hands before it was too late - but she was beautiful, standing there cutting the weak down.
Then, just as she couldn't hold the burden of power any more, G3 took on the mantle and wore in her stead. Once more, A7 couldn't help but watch as she took down friend and foe alike - there was a surge of anger welling deep inside when he saw A1 fall, but it was A10's death that had him finally rising back to his feet, lunging for his - his..
His.. what? What was his? A7 stopped in his tracks, holding his head in his hands. Why couldn't he just remember, for one second, when it really counted? The Doctor connected a punch to his face, and A7's head snapped to the left, but his eyes remained closed. He had to think, he had to remember, he had to..
A7 missed the exchange that had G3 falling to her death, and opened his eyes to see someone else holding the scythe in her hands. He looked for G3's body - because he was sure she was dead now - and instead saw the scythe make it's home in Z8's chest.
"No."
It was a tiny whisper, and it was the last thing A7 would ever get to say - save for two, final words along with his middle finger aimed at the final angel of death, even as she turned and rounded on ******** you."
The pain was a welcome feeling. He dropped to his knees, reached up to feel the rift of blood that now coursed across his chest, and lifted his hand to look at it.
Red. The blood of angry men.
One last, bubbling laugh escaped his lips as he saw it, before his body tilted dangerously to one side, and he came crashing down into the ground. The blood splashed around his body, a beautiful explosion of liquid that settled and mingled with his own. The last thing A7's eyes saw before his sight left him was a swath of red against black - a bird - a phoenix. The back of Z8's helmet.
He reached out and brushed two bloody fingers across the rough picture, leaving a trail of blood to cut across the majestic bird. There would be no resurrection for them this time.
The peaceful darkness came for him, too. It was black, the night that ended at last.
(ENJOLRAS A7 EXITING TO DEATH LOUNGE)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 3:07 pm
For the longest moment of his remembered life, Z3 stood there and stared.
This wasn't real. This absolutely could not be reality in front of him. The tattered cloaks, the blood, the dull, sloppy thump of bodies falling... Until right then, he had all felt just detached enough for him to deal with. He could rationalize away the deaths of the unknown, the faceless, the nameless-- but not her. They were too kindred, the two of them. Like in mind.
And now, the first ally he'd put any shred of genuine faith in, a cruelly slaughtered girl foil of himself, was eviscerated and dying just feet away, her guts spilled like a quivering secret on the floor.
He almost spoke, but something drove him forward instead. Boots splashing and thudding in the river of red, before he could draw in another breath, inexplicably, he found himself standing over her, looking down at her corpse. He didn't seem to notice that his hands were shaking, or bother to level out choppy, thin gasps for air. He just stared, observing the miniscule ripple of her quivering innards as they seemed to cry in protest against the exposure.
It was only when the scythe glided through him with a thick slish that he cried out, a gargled scream of startled agony. Even the thick bones of his thighs provided little resistance as both legs were quite literally removed from underneath him, leaving his body to topple and fall over like a spilt bag of sand.
I don't want to die was repeating in his head, screaming at him with every shiver. Shocked, dizzy, he tried to look behind him-- but the sight of his own spluttering stumps was so overwhelming that he had to turn away. He didn't want it to end like this. He was supposed to live! He was supposed to make it until the end, carrying his scythe proudly with a few choice allies in tow, and... a-and...
As the seconds passed, he found himself growing weaker at an alarming rate. He couldn't think anymore. He just knew that he didn't want to die, and god, it was happening anyway, and he was so damn scared of finding out what happened on the other side.
... In his last moments, gasping and barely able to pick his head up, Zeta Three grappled childishly for something, anything to comfort himself with. It was a hand, but by then, he couldn't even see its owner.
He just clung to it as he wept out the last of his strength and died with a whimper.
((EXIT TO DEATH THREAD, YO. S'been good!))
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:14 pm
((SINCE THIS POST ISN'T DOING ANYTHING I'm going to put the list here
((Current statuses:
Alpha Ten - Dansehexe Dead
Alpha Seven - Nio Dead
Alpha Three - Sephiros Dead
Alpha Five - Manda Dead
Epsilon Five - Hanging gallow Dead
Alpha Four - Lizbot Dead
Zeta Three - Hanyousblood Dead
Alpha Twelve - Random Artist Dead
Zeta Five - Randy2love Dead
Zeta Eight - Nata Dead
Epsilon Thirteen - Toshi ** 2 pendants Dead
Episilon Seven - LP Dead
Epsilon One - Zee Oddwyn Dead
Theta Thirteen - Miliardo
Alpha Eleven - Grngriff Current scythe wiel--WTF WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! Has THREE pendants
Theta Five - Moonkitsune Dead
Epsilon Ten - Eight Dead
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 5:18 pm
Unfortunate.
But, let's be honest here. Who hadn't seen this coming?
Zeta Eleven had never been the heroic type. He would leave that distinction to the delusional wizards, the valiant figures of their own fantasy world. He had never been much of a villain, either. Alpha Five had that one pretty well covered. He was not a brain (Zeta Eight), or an athlete (Alpha Seven), or a basket case (Alpha Four), or a princess (Alpha Ten), or a criminal (The Hooded Figure).
He was... what had Hermione called him? Oh, yes. Supporting cast. Inconsequential. Disposable.
As the scythe's razor tip closed in on his face, his life flashed before his eyes. Waking up in a tent. Wandering in the fog. Fighting a demon horse. Shooting someone. Wandering in the fog some more. Being walked into. Being transported. Voting. Lunging for the scythe.
How disappointing. How utterly mundane. Surely, a mind as sharp as his could do better.
Climbing a mountain. Writing a book. Going to space. Slaying a dragon. Becoming president. Finding love. Fulfilling every dream or goal or desire he had ever had in his entire life.
Perhaps Harry and Hermione had really been onto something. Perhaps the only comfort they could glean with no memory was that which they invented themselves. As their stories inevitably drew to an end, maybe they didn't feel that way, but before his own came to a close, he had but one thought in his head.
Cedric.
He was probably going to hell for that one.
[Zeta Eleven is exiting to the Death Lounge. He will return in: Death be a Lady Tonight!]
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Grifferie rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:50 pm
[ A-Eleven is targeting E-Ten ]
It was...it was complete carnage. For a moment, for just a moment, the scythe had been in the hands of her comrades. Then it fell. So did the bodies.
Some were intended, some seemed to be accidents, but the result was the same. Blood...oh so much blood. It was everywhere. A-Eleven had moved to help her teammates, but it was far too late. They had fallen. She knew she would be soon to follow. The death would not stop until only one remained.
So A-Eleven did the only thing she could do. She attacked. Her perch of table and chair made it difficult, but she tried her best to kick E-Ten. That girl had to be stopped. .
((HP: 15
Damage to E-10: 1))
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Sosiqui rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:08 pm
[A-Two is targeting E-Ten]
... that crazy b... THAT CRAZY b***h!!
A-Two's vision went red, and she sprang at E-Ten with absolutely no regard for her own safety. Unfortunately, her first instinct was to go for the hair.
The hair which was currently well under wraps. Her fingers, curved into claws, scrabbled uselessly at E-Ten's helmet before she twisted away, failing to do much more than startle her target, if even that.
"You... b***h," A-Two panted, crouching almost ferally on a shattered chair. "You think you're, like, some kind of goddess? You're worthless. Even if you, like, kill us all, you'll always be a worthless, classless b***h who couldn't get a boyfriend if her life depended on it!!!"
...
Okay, that was a little... pathetic. A-Two followed it up with an animal snarl, though, and that was kind of cool. "Just... you just remember," she growled. "We. Are. Phoenix. And we'll come back for you. NERD."
((HP: 15
Damage: None))
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:09 pm
(A-4 is attacking E-10)
Well then. Nearly everyone he'd made any kind of connection with up to this point, friendly or not, was now very much dead. And as their bodies were most definitely not disappearing this time, it looked like the name Team Phoenix was ah...less apt than they had hoped for. A4 watched the massacre and barely dodged his own bloody end, with a sense of helplessness and...an increasing detachment.
For some reason, it felt like it was always going to end this way, that it was supposed to, ever since that aborted battle on the beach. All loose ends, systematically being snipped away. His own was coming soon enough but...he'd rather die putting up one last fight than trying to reason with his killer.
Fortunately there was another chair readily at hand with which to emphasize this.
HP: 15
Damage to E10: 3
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Frigoris rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:11 pm
[A-Nine targeting E-Ten]
Everything was red.
Somebody's blood, she didn't know whose, had splattered onto A-Nine. She daubed at it, rubbing the redness between her fingers.
But she didn't need to be red. She was part of Phoenix. They were already red -- well, except for the parts that were orange, but that was okay too.
A-Nine chuckled, swaying on her feet.
All of the sudden she heard screaming. A-Nine's head snapped up, eyes focusing, to see A-Eleven, A-Four, and A-Two all attacking someone -- not red.
Not. Red.
With a horrible screech of her own, A-Nine launched herself at the figure. Her fingers slick with blood scrabbled off and she failed to do any real damage but A-Nine was determined. Phoenix stood by their own. Red protected red.
Not red would die.
((HP: 15
Damage: None))
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:26 am
((TARGETING A4 BECAUSE LIZ IS QQING WTF I'm kidding ilu Liz but no really targeting A4))
Oh, now they were going to do something. Now they were going to fight. Now they were going to try and avenge their friends after just watching them die? Heh. it was laughable. Epsilon Ten took the hit from A-11 with a grunt, glaring darkly at them all. They were the real monsters. They were the real traitors. The ones who just went along with the game and didn't do anything, who didn't even try. She was doing this for E-13, for all the Epsilons that had died by her hand or not. She was doing this to survive.
And she damn sure wasn't going to let them take that from her.
She could hardly see there was so much blood on her face, gripping the scythe with both hands as she swung it randomly now. It caught on a chair in front of A4 and threw it against the wall. s**t. She lost her groove, she needed to get that back.
Epsilon Ten put a hand against a nearby wall and braced herself against it with one hand. That was when A4 came at her with a chair, the very same chair she had just thrown to him. Her knees buckled and she gasped in pain, using the handle of the scythe and the wall to keep herself standing.
...What the hell did A-Two just say. "Did..did you just call me a nerd?" She blinked, pausing a moment as if to let it sink in. Moments later her head was thrown back as she barked with laughter. It was ludicrous! How did someone so stupid even make it this far?!
((HP: 3 goddamnit))
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:46 am
((QQ EIGHT IS SO LUCKY THAT A4 MISSED HIS ATTACK ON E10))
Damn, he needed another chair! Sadly, only kindling was in reach. Making due, the Doctor palmed a broken chair leg and reared back and..."OW! Bloody hell, when did that wall get there anyways?!" ...hit is elbow on the now much closer wall.
HP: 15 <--- look at this s**t ok, look at it
Damage to E10: 0
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:50 am
((THIS. IS. SPARTA, A4.))
That was it! That was her chance! Epsilon Ten heard the bump and heard A4 curse the wall's existence, her head snapping forward again. Perfect. Just what she needed, someone with their guard thrown off. She raised the scythe off the ground and lunged forward toward A4, thrusting the blade's edge forward and toward A4. Slice and dice, baby. Slice and dice.
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Grifferie rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:52 am
[A-Eleven is attacking E-Ten...cause she is gonna kill us all ]
Others were attacking the one holding the scythe. A-Eleven didn't care. This was the end. They would all die here. But she was not dying without a fight. Nothing was worse than not trying. She'd already decided that.
E-Ten was swinging at A-Four now. This had to stop. A-Eleven could hardly keep up with what was happening between trying to stay upright in the mess of table and bodies, she knew she just had to keep fighting.
She reached down and grabbed a hold of something hard. A bit of chair or table most likely. She half swung and half hurled the makeshift weapon at the other girl, hoping to put her down. However, she slipped in something (she didn't have time to think about what), and missed completely.
"Damn."
((HP 15
Damage: 0
omg. so dead. totally dead. xD ))
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Eight rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:09 am
((A11))
Way to slip, A-11. Epsilon Ten laughed and shook her head, muttering something about this all being too easy as she swung...and missed again what the HELL!
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Grifferie rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:12 am
((Attacking E-Ten ))
She'd slipped, and caught herself of a bit of chair sticking out of the mess that was now the floor. Things were a total mess, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Everyone was dying. She would die, too. She knew--
A-Eleven wasn't sure if she heard the scythe or saw it, but either way she knew it had missed. Luck seemed to be with her for the moment.
Another chance, she wasn't dead yet! He hand wrapped around crushed remains of the chair, and with a heave it came loose of the table. With all that she had, she hurled the chair at E-10, hoping to injure.
"Stop it already!" she yelled. This was a nightmare.
((HP 15
Damage to E-10: 3
omg. what? ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:46 am
A flash and then...an end to a brief existence full of infinite possibilities. A4's thread had been tidily trimmed away. Was it fate that led him down this path? A large part of him wanted to rebel, to rage at the mere thought of being limited and hedged in by such a thing, but...it felt right.
(A4. FINALLY. DEAD. EIGHT WOULD HAVE WON THE EVENT IF ONLY SHE HAD MANAGED TO DO IT IN ONE HIT. BETTER LUCK NEXT META.)
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