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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 6:40 pm
[Zeta Seven entering from the Abandoned town Chasm game]
Gravity was simply a b***h.
It was relentless, and merciless as it dragged him down, there wasn't the jarring feeling of bumpy rocked hitting his sides as he fell. There was no chance to grab onto something and climb his way back up like some video game, climbing his way out of the pit of hell to take revenge on those who sent him there. The gods haven't forsaken him or anything, gravity did.
It was like an endless road with no destination in sight, it just kept going and going. "Ok seriously, are we there yet?" he asked out to the darkness, not really wanting a reply. Not like he expected something in the pitfall to answer him back. He'd get his answer soon enough when he reached the ground, if there was a ground to begin with. He would rather never see his demise coming up to meet him, so he decided to close his eyes and let it happen when it would. He had enough regrets to come to terms with.
Voices were brushing past his ear, wondering if he still had his head or not, went against reason and looked around his grave. it was pretty lavish for a grave, maybe the afterlife wasn't such a bad place to be. scuffling could be heard as suits of black with various colors swam past his sight. Wasn't he falling to his doom not long ago? Seven went to check his limbs, still in working order, crotch still in place. He felt rather alive, maybe the whole pit was just a horrible fog induced dream.
Yeah that was it, Just a horrible nightmare. There's no way he could have died, Too many people depended on him, too many to say goodbye to. But there were people hear that he saw die, Alpha Seven and Ten. those numbers and colors were burned into his mind, he knew them to be dead. And here they were, along with so many others, there was no way he could be hallucinating this. No one was fighting or killing each other like before.
"We're dead." It wasn't intended to be a question, just a statement, to sink into his mind and wrap around his whole being. It sucked to try and come to grips to it but, what else was there to do? "A bar in the afterlife, how very fitting yet horrible." Drinking your cares and regrets away, could.... whatever they were even drink in the first place? He did tell Six if they got to find a bar they would have a drink or two. How ironic, it took dying to find his side goal.
His eyes roamed through all the clear bottles of spirits, with a sense of longing, the sense of taste was for the living, but at least sight wasn't limited. There was a rather peculiar note posted that warranted a better look...
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 8:56 pm
[Zeta Six/Bones entering from the Abandoned Town Chasm Game]
Had there been pain? Bones wasn't even sure if he indeed had felt the pain from smashing into the floor before he dead. He was sure he had heard some bones crack and break, or was it just wishful thinking that he had heard his own death. Sitting up he coughed and stretched out. It was the best feeling he had gotten all damn day.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had...
It was like waking from a dream only he truly had died. There was a bitter feel to him. Blackness had surrounded him for what felt like an eternity before this state, this rather dead state. Guess it was going to happen eventually. Oddly enough it was as if a weight had lifted from his shoulders. And now that's over and done with.. Wiping off his suit he began to move forward, noticing the fully stocked bar.
"Now that's more like it." A grin crossed his face and then an immediate frown. Can the dead taste? And more practically... could he even take the mask off to begin with to taste? "Guess it's hell." He chuckled a little to himself, stretching out and glancing out to the surrounding people. "Looks like a cocktail party... only without girls and without alcohol." He muttered to himself.
What could he remember now? Let's see... Falling. Well, that had been fun... that utter weightlessness before the final plunge. He'd seen her then, Spock. He thought cryptically back to that final moment and the last person to see him alive. A low growl escaped his lips, he hoped she'd take his advice and truly just keep going. Even though they knew little about each other, he knew that the only think he'd want to tell her was to keep going. For herself if not to give those damn hoods a run for their money.
Another laugh. Oh how easily the mood had shifted! Though there was still that regret of not being of more assistance, death was in fact death and if he was going to hang onto it eternity with a bar he couldn't enjoy was going to be bothersome indeed. Rolling his eyes he moved past the display and towards a group huddling in the corner.
He scanned the crowd for anyone he knew... but from the back everyone seemed more or less the same, he'd have to get closer and find out what all the fuss was about.
"I hope that's something interesting and not..." Not what? Many images flashed in his mind, mainly something about poking something twitching with a stick. Bones sighed and approached a large bulletin board with a note stuck to it. Hm.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 9:20 pm
Fiver winced at his companions' words, especially Three's, as he backed slowly away from the board and the note affixed to it. As much as something within him wanted that one more chance, one more try... no. They were right. It was all together too likely that the same things would happen over and over. "Yea ... I ... you guys are right," he murmured, going back over toward them with a shake of his head. If he'd had pockets, his hands probably would have been buried within them. He felt stupid just for suggesting it now. Damn... Idiot. "I wasn't thinking. It's all the same idiots, same situations ... like one of those really bad TV shows that has almost the same plot for EVERY episode, y'know?" He shuddered slightly. "Besides, I think ... I'd rather not find out even more creative ways that ******** island can find to kill me."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 10:40 pm
Goodbyes. A-Eleven had the feeling she had never really been good at them. After the first few comrades wandered off into whatever lay beyond the door, she went to a soft plushy couch and sat down. A bit of a sniffle, a tear she would wipe away if she could…it was all so final. Even before she’d heard someone talking about what was beyond the door…the room had held the sense that the door was the last stop for them. That this room was their final chance to be friends.
Yet, she just sat back and watched. She should have tried harder. Should have been more ruthless, should have protected her teammates better…yet she was still the girl on the beach. The girl who watched. So she watched.
Then the others had seen the note. She’d missed it, too. When had it arrived? Eh. She couldn’t know. But she could try. A chance to live again. A chance to try again. Would she be able to hack it? She didn’t know. She watched as some chose to sign up, and others chose to sit it out. A-Eleven was on the fence. Til A-Seven had called out for everyone to sign up. If it was numbers they needed, she could provide that.
Standing, A-Seven moved to the board to add her name: α XI Alpha Squad.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:34 am
((Since I have fallen way behind with creative stuff due to being sick, this reply may seem a little random with the other things going on in this thread. Sorry about that! sweatdrop ))
ε IX's effort against the door had only been so-so. She rubbed at her aching shoulder, half irritated and half wondering that she felt like she had bruised herself when they were supposed to be dead. Nothing made sense in this place.
She quickly forgot such trivial things as a battered limb as the keeper of this place made the proclamation about the door and its meaning. The door was meant to protect them after all in its own way, it seemed. It had been protecting them from the end. But what did that really mean? She awkwardly shifted from foot to foot as she turned over the words in her head, completely oblivious to the new additions to the lounge as she concentrated on her own thoughts and wishes.
While she did indeed want to know the "everything" the voice had promised, no one else who had gone through the door had returned to tell the rest of them what it had been like. Had they gotten to learn? Fulfilled their promise? Had the promises to them fulfilled? The voice had also spoken of freedom though, and that was something she very much wanted, she realized. This whole adventure had been constricted in a way. It wasn't a pleasant sort of order, the structure she liked and needed, it had been more like... a cage match. She shivered involuntarily as she recalled her own animalistic tendencies during the bouts she had participated in with the "enemy" team members.
The need to know pulled on her more strongly every moment she stared at the waiting portal. As she took a step toward it, she recalled the last time she had blindly followed the directions in this game. Blown to bits, not even her weapon had survived the disastrous result of her stepping on a land mine. It still made her feel itchy to think about it.
"But I need to know, and I'll never find out here," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. With a glance back at the others still clustered in the room, she waved a small, hesitant farewell. She hadn't known most of them, but it seemed like the sort of thing one ought to do before jumping through an abyssal doorway in search on one's destiny.
With that, ε IX squared her shoulders and walked right through the door.
((ε IX is concluded, will be making a solo thread.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 5:27 am
Beta Three looked up as a host of new people arrived in purgatory, a quick glance around however did not reveal the people he wanted to see and a second glance told her that he didn't recognize any of ht new arrivals from the task in which she'd died..that was good right? It meant that her teammates were still out there fighting. Perhaps they'd already escaped. She wasn't sure how much time had passed since she had died and woken up in this place but surely it had been a goodly while - it felt like a while - though that could simply be the work of her own mind.
There really wasn't much point on dwelling on it she supposed, she'd wait a bit longer ..just to make sure her teammates didn't show up and then...maybe...she'd go through that door to nothingness and find the answers that had plagued her at the beginning of all this.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:11 pm
A-Three stared at the other two for a moment, nodding slowly at their words, sighing quietly, that habitual, slow exhale that seemed to be one of his constants. Closing his eyes then, he prepared to say words...that felt almost alien to him, ones that he was fairly sure he'd never said before with any sense of authenticity. "My friends..." Reaching out, he touched their shoulders, fingers clasping their gently, wishing...really wishing, for the first time, that he could see their faces for this. "I daresay that this..." He nodded to the notice on the wall, "Is a grand indicator of what lies in store for us if we tarry here. I have, in truth, come to enjoy my time with you, something that I could not have predicted when I first awoke on that island." That ever so faint smile took place, somewhere behind Three's mask. "But there is only so much we can do within this room, and only a span of mere days do our memories possess, so reminiscing is...hardly an option. Recounting tales of old glories is impossible, because now...we have none. We merely have this."
He glanced then, towards that portal, that...door. "Everything is their...our memories...our identities...and if we are ungodly fortunate...one another." Though he doubted it, it was precisely the sort of sentimental drivel that he was fairly sure Fiver II would soak up. "At this point in our existence...it's the best chance we have, even if it is...a final sort of end, at least...we will go with knowledge." Then again, they didn't know for absolute sure, what awaited them on the other side of it all. "But I will not depart, if the two of you...do not wish to do so." Eventually, they would have to take that leap, he was painfully aware of that startling fact.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:18 pm
Fiver II felt horrid. It was clear Fiver wanted to go back and try again. He took hold of the other man's arm with his hand and wished he could offer him a smile. "...It wasn't stupid. It's never stupid to want to live." He responded.
When Three began to speak he felt proud. They were friends. Of course they all were. He felt himself flushing and looked away from him. But clearly he wasn't done.
His eyes fell on the door. So far many had gone through it and none of them had come out with any word. He smiled at the joke Three had laced in and it put him more at ease. Three wanted them to stay together. That touched him somewhere deep. Their memories...everything was in there waiting for them.
He wanted to know. 'I....I want to go in... If we go in... maybe we'll see each other on the other side?" He offered then his eyes fell on Fiver. "...Do you want to go?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:31 pm
Fiver glanced over at the bulletin board once more, and then toward the door ... and repeated the motion another time. "I don't really want to go," he admitted softly. Despite the dying (multiple times), and the stress and horrible things that had happened here, he'd come to realize something. That he had thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with these two, his friends.
"But ... we do probably need to sometime. Soon ..." he murmured. He could almost feel time ticking down, sand in the hourglass.
Smiling faintly, he looked from one companion to the other. "We should walk through together." It might be sappy and maybe a bit silly to hope that doing so would mean they could meet somehow on the other side. But he could dream, right?
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:31 am
"It's the only chance that we have." He whispered, trying to keep the grim sort of weight that had settled in his chest out of the words that he uttered to his companions. "Mayhap whatever lies through that door will be a touch kinder than the realm we have just departed." He doubted it, as by his very nature, he believed the life was cruel, and that fate was a fickle, grasping whore. But he had the naive and the optimistic about him, the sort of people who believed that they could change the fabric of reality simply by believing in it.
It was slightly nauseating to those inexperienced with such fervent hope.
Three rather supposed that it was the sort of thing that one must accustom oneself to. It would be nice to think that they could all be friends in another life, another existence that was less brutal and filled with a wash of crimson than these fleeting days had been...but they were probably...mere companions of convenience. Reality was likely much harsher than any of them could fully grasp, as they were safe in these moments, trapped in the bliss of unknowing.
But for now...the least they could do was walk through that door together, one moment of warmth before all was revealed, and this false reality unraveled. "Then let us adjourn...all of us...together then..." And he extended his hands to the two of them, to the smaller first, and then to Fiver, curling fingers, commencing interdigitation, finding that their hands fit into his own in a manner that was disturbingly comforting, as though this solace was meant to be possessed. Peh. They really had made him soft.
"To the other side..." He whispered, glancing first to one, and then the other, "I hope never to forget you, regardless of what rises to greet us."
And A-Three took the first step, for all of them, into the beckoning darkness, the door to knowing.
(( Alpha Three is now concluded, and a solo thread will be posted. ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:00 am
[A10 ENTERING after a longggg time, from LAST MAN STANDING]
A10 opened her eyes.
In front of her was, unmistakeably, some sort of.. lounge. She scanned the crowd, still hesitant to enter the lounge; at least, not until she spotted someone she could cling to. There were so many she hadn't met before, so many she knew.. some she'd killed, or helped to kill.
Some.. that had had a hand in (either of) her deaths, apparently. Not that it mattered anymore, now that they were all here. Yes, all of them... A10's eyes sparkled, when she caught sight of the other Phoenixes. It was a mixed feeling; as much as she wanted them to be alive still, she... liked having them around.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 7:24 am
[Beta 4 is entering from This is a Test thread]
Before wasn't surprised to find himself face-down on the ground; he had fallen forward after getting conked on the head (by his own gear no less). He was, however, startled by the fact that he could open his eyes. Wasn't he supposed to have succumbed to his injuries? He slowly pushed himself up onto his knees, noting that he wasn't feel cold or hot, the white-hot pokers shoving themselves into his sides and lungs were gone, and he was feeling pretty good! He managed to rise to his feet, letting out a soft whine that he was still in his blue socks and that his booterangs were gone. :CCCCCC Knee-pads were missing too.
He scanned the room, noting a lot of people were around. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, or whom. ********, he didn't even know where he was and what they were doing here. Oh there were some familiar-looking colored-numbered-people here, and he wondered if they remembered him. He wasn't sure if he wished they remembered or forgot him. He was still pretty confused. @.@a
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:19 am
((Delta One entering from Test Thread))
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she found herself standing in a room. Was it all just a dream? A horrible dream? Her eyes were unfocused, blurry, like she needed to wipe the sleep from them. She reached her hands up to her face, only to feel the familiar mask she had been wearing the last five days.
Wait...
Of course it wasn't a dream! For one, she was standing up.
Slowly, and without help, her eyes came into focus. She turned her head, eyes wandering over the room she now found herself in. What the hell...
Wasn't she dead? Yes yes, of course she was. She had died! There had been so much pain, so much...and then nothing, blackness, stillness. Calm. It had been wonderful, when that final release from all the pain finally came.
It still was wonderful, in a way. No more headaches pulsing through her brain. No burning in her lungs as she struggled to take one last breath. In fact...she felt great!
But what about the others?
Her momentary lapse into bliss was shattered, as her mind wandered back. Back to the nightmare of 'the test' she had just came from. She still had a faint hope that the others made it out alive...but she somehow doubted it could be so.
So many people here! Were they all dead, as well? Her eyes fell on Beta Four, somebody she recognized from 'the test'. She herself had had a hand in helping him along the path to death. She guessed he must have bit the dust either shortly before or shortly after her. Last she remembered of him he was crawling feebly along the floor, desperately trying to get to his fallen comrades. After that she had been much too wrapped up in her own battle against Zeta Two and Gamma Five to pay any attention to him.
She didn't immediately recognize any of the others in the room
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So this was it. She never actually believed there was anything beyond death. She always thought that once you died...there was nothing. Just a big empty void. Well, actually..she wasn't entirely sure she always thought that. For some reason, she still couldn't remember a thing about her past! That was disappointing. If she was going to have to die, then be stuck in what looked an awful lot like a sports lounge, minus the t.v.'s, pool tables, bad music, and waitresses wearing skin tight skimpy clothing, then she at least wanted to know who the hell she was!
Then she saw the open door. Where did that lead? Were they in limbo? Was their a staircase to heaven (or maybe a trap door to hell) beyond? Her curiousity urged her to step through. To ignore everyone in the room, some of which had begun to notice her arrival, and just..see what lay beyond that door.
But no. She would wait. Just a little longer. She had to know if Eta Seven and Delta Nine made it or not. Slowly, she made her way over to the bar, and leaned back against it, arms crossed over her chest.
She would wait. Just a little longer.....
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:34 am
Thor had watched as each new face entered the room. doing his best to ignore the commotion that had gone on at the bulletin board (wait, had it gotten quieter, funny he hadn't noticed) and the tug of the answers that lay beyond the door.
It was a mix of emotion as he searched for familiar faces. A part of him (the selfish part) hoped each time a new soul entered the room to see a face that he knew, for a chance to see them once more, even if only for a moment before they passed through to the other side. And yet there was the other side of him that knew, if he did see them he knew it would mean they had died as well, and it was that thought that chased away the fleeting happiness any thought of seeing them may have brought.
But he couldn't help searching, and maybe if he saw someone who had been in that gym, anyone, they could tell him what had happened (though he'd have to admit, he wouldn't have minded seeing Delta one here).
"Before!"
Thor had sprung to his feet the moment he caught sight of his ally, a hand raised to wave him over. Was he glad to see him? Or was he sad to know he had died despite their best efforts? He wasn't sure.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:45 am
Before snapped towards the sound, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. Of course, no one could really see his eyes behind the gas mask but that didn't mean he wouldn't be making any of his usual panicked expressions. Was it someone who wanted payback for whatever he'd done? When it became evident it was "THOR!!!" the open-mouthed frown curved upwards into a broad smile almost immediately.
"THOR! THOR! THORRRR!! OHMYGOD THORRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!" Clearly, Before's injuries were healed if he could overreact this much. He ran up to his ally (was he considered a former ally or just a regular now that they're both dead?), flailing happily, blue-sock-clad-feet carrying him towards Thor. "If you're here then does that mean Cheese is too? What about Bill? Is she here? ( ;n; )" he babbled, throwing his arms open into a hug.
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