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Grifferie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 9:02 pm
[A-Eleven is neutral attacking the wall. Cause why not?]
Muck and stench and warm. It was getting grossly warm in the room. The blue light would have been calming if the situation were different.
tick tick tick
When it was quite, the watch could be heard. Through the mask on her head, however, A-Eleven was having a hard time pinpointing the sound. Not matter which way she turned, it seemed to be elsewhere. The damn thing could be anywhere, she thought. Below them was a mess of table, chairs and bodies. She felt around with her foot, feeling something semi-soft. Not a watch. Dead. They were all dead. Accepting it didn't make it that much better. One of them was the traitor, they had to be. That meant...
No, somewhere inside a voice whispered. I am not that person. I can't do it, but she already had. Once. Tried to again. What would more death be? Stupid. It was all...
The blue light reflected off the other figures in the room. A-Eleven silently cried. They were going to die here. Not enough room to move, not enough room to search. They were dead. It was all... A million thoughts, and she could finish none of them.
Rage rose inside her. Nightmare. That's what this was. As the rage exploded, A-Eleven beat on the wall next to her with the Scythe. Though the room made it painfully difficult to get a decent swing.
((@Sosi--Not a clue. But it's fun to try for a bit. xD
I don't know if I can attack the wall either, but Eleven is sane enough to want to try. For now, she wants to avoid killing. xP We'll see, we'll see. Maybe I just killed us all!
Whee! Last class of the day~then free. Tomorrow I have like no classes. Why must the work schedule interfere with Gaia so? xP))
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 9:56 pm
[A-Nine is neutral and searching for the watch]
The pendant bounced off A-Nine's head and plopped into the murk where it glimmered faintly. Unfazed, A-Nine glared at Theta-Thirteen, her hands tightly gripping her impromptu wooden club, just waiting for him to try to attack again.
But he didn't. Instead both he and A-Two were searching around in the muck for the watch.
The watch?
Crap! A-Nine vaguely remembered finding it once. It was all tangled up with someone's... innards...
She reached down and picked up the pendant A-Eleven had tossed her. Using it as a light source like the others were doing, A-Nine tried to trawl through the bloody mess. Where had she tossed it?? She bit her lip. Stupid, stupid, zoning out like that and not paying attention.
A-Eleven's actions distracted her for a moment. The other girl was using the scythe to try and bash a hole in the wall! "Yeah!" A-Nine cried, clapping her hands; they made wet squelching sounds but A-Nine didn't care.
They may very well die trying to escape, but it was okay. They were trying, rather than spending their last moments ripping each other apart like wild dogs. A-Nine preferred it that way. It was less messy.
Well, less painful anyway, as she resumed searching through the gory mess. Or probably less painful. Was getting squished into a pulp less painful than getting eviscerated by a scythe?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:31 am
Tick tick tick tick tick-
The ominous wail was unforgiving. It sang its death lament as the walls began shaking. Everything folded inwards.
It was pure chaos - the crunching, squelching, shrieking, and most of all, the pain - there was nothing like it as flesh folded inwards, bones yielded, limbs twisted and yanked all directions, melding with the debris-
-Just when the last survivors feebly clung on, bodies crushed, struggling with half their lungs to simply live, something strange happened. The walls touched both ends of the scythe weapon.
Everything stopped, except for the pain. The scythe stood in its place, glowing brilliantly, a perfect barricade, preventing the walls from closing entirely. They were saved. And then something even more phenomenal happened, a voice, a familiar voice, where was it coming from?
"Did you have fun?" It was in a whisper, "Circe said she enjoyed the chaos, though I personally find it rather sad noone discovered the guilty. I guess that means game over."
Silence, and then pure darkness. The scythe was gone.
The last survivors of the room did not even have a chance as they exploded into indescribable agony. The walls closed forcefully with a firm whumph.
((OOC: RP END
- LAST REMAINING SURVIVORS: please head over to the DEATH LOUNGE and follow the RP prompt on page 8 when you are ready ))
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