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Part 2
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The night air is cool as it flows in through the opened windows. The rustle of leaves seem almost rhythmic, like the beating of wings. There is something strange about this place. The blueness seems so pure that it nearly flows off the walls like water. "Where in the world am I?" Kiyoshi wondered as he glanced around to that there were others around him. They were the same people he had just been having tea with.

Tea. He sat up suddenly. Kiyoshi remembered there being something wrong with the tea. It being...drugged. Why did they drug them to take them to this place? What was here that such measures were taken to prevent them from knowing where they were?

://Sorry I have been so controlling of the rp. I wanted to get the characters in the Evaluation. Now that we are in it, there will be a greater chance to get to know each other and such. Anyway the setting is something like you fell asleep and woke up in this place. You are NOT told this is virtual reality.

Phaedre OoO Axis OoO Deveroux

Chimes ringing, a quiet whisper, laughter full and rich, screaming, someone crying softly, a muttered oath then... She was awake. Axis did not rise immediately, instead allowing herself a moment to remember where she was. The scent of the ocean, swearing she would not--drugged. She had been drugged.

"Sons of whores!"

She rose without thinking, leaping to her feet, fists clenched.

"YA boĭnyu svolochi i drosselʹshlyuh, chto rodila tebya. Vyrezhʹte vashih yazykov i kopirovatʹ vashi shary iz mezhdu beder. YA budu horonitʹ nozhi v vashyeĭ cherepov i mochu vrottng rany vashyeĭ ploti. Trusy! Shameless vory poluchitʹ! Vy nichego ne znaetechert vozʹmi, ya navedu na vashi golovy ! NICHEGO! YA drapirovatʹ vashi kishki o kachestve ukrasheniya ! Vashi kosti budut moi igrushki. YA ostavlyu tebya slepym i molʹby o smerti. Svolochi! Ty menya slyshishʹ? Poproshaĭnichestvo ZA SMERT!"

Chest heaving, she grabbed the nearest object and flung it towards the wall. Then froze. The rage was gone, replaced by something much more frightening.

"Niet."

Eyes wide, she scanned the room. Perhaps... this was only a remnant nightmare. She had dreamed this before. They could not... taking a deep breath, Axis knelt and placed both hands on the floor. She felt only what was meant to be felt. Still, why else had they been drugged. So this was it.

"No words you give, just leave. Cruel. Old fool, king's to you."

She reached for the flask which was no longer there. Nor the cigarettes. With one last oath, Axis sat on the floor, folded her arms and fell to silence.



R1: I will slaughter you bastards and choke the whores that birthed you. Cut out your tongues and rip your balls from between your thighs. I will bury knives in your skulls and piss in the rottng wounds of your flesh. Cowards! Shameless thieves get! You know nothing of the hell I will bring upon your heads! NOTHING! I will drape your guts about as decoration! Your bones will be my playthings. I will leave you blind and begging for death. BASTARDS! YOU HEAR ME? BEGGING FOR DEATH. ... tl;dr death threats. Note: It amuses me to write her ranting in Russian. Because that's what she does.

"Finally someone speaks proper English again." Max said in response to Maísa's question. "I don' know where we are, but I can tell you what I'm gonna do to the person who did this." He said, looking around the room. The pain in his head was dulling, and his leg was back to normal. He swung it off the bed, followed by it's fleshy counterpart. Servos whirred as he found his balance, and his hands went to his head again. He'd forgotten how standing up quickly affected a headache. He resisted the urge to shake his head to clear it, and looked to the others waking up around him. "I think a better question is why were we all knocked out to get here."

"Then, dear lady, we must no longer reside on Baker Island."

Xander leaned against the wall beside the bed he had woken in, blond hair falling across dark eyes as he smiled at Maísa.

"They must have moved us for some purpose. My name is Xander, by the way. And what would your name be oh vision of the dawn?"

He began to approach, tripped, and fell flat on the floor. Rising, a deep red blush spread across his face.

"I... uh... I am unharmed."

Xander, the inept playboy.

"Tch, what an idiot. Nice landing there, very graceful."

Saefas clapped slowly as she smirked at Xander, her usual bad mood broken for the moment as she paused to savor the misfortune of another. Then she saw the only remaining sleeper and her usual glower quickly returned. A cutesy sort of girl who dressed like she was five and wanted to grow up to be a 'princess' or something stupid like that. Back to her old, angry self, Saefas stomped over to the girl's bed, leaned over and shouted "WAKE UP!!" in her ear.

Saefas the Angry & Zoey... the Really Sleepy?

Much to her surprise and annoyance, the girl merely mumbled something and turned over. Moving to shake the girl awake, Saefas was stopped by a firm hand on her arm. Lucian shook his head slightly as she pulled free from his grasp and stalked off.

"Honestly! Children these days."

Straightening his jacket, he turned to regard Max with a faint smile.

"Vengence is not the most prudent course of action, young man. Especially if the cause of our removal are certain government officials. It would be better to simply wait for instructions or an explanation of the measures taken. Surely there was a good reason for all of this."

This last was spoken with a hint of doubt in his voice.

Finally there's Lucian. Who is very much the cranky old man some days. And that's the lot of them, except Absolom who will be showing up sometime in the future.

Tempest opened his eyes suddenly.

Awake, he scanned the room with his eyes. It was blue, he noted with a nod of approval. Blue was a good colour. It was the colour of his eyes.

Silently, he sat up and watched the people around him. There was a tall blonde man who was speaking to a brown haired girl who he recognized immediately to be Maísa. She was one of those teen pop stars who could actually sing. Tempest had seen her on TV a few times. He had always hated her.

The blonde guy was Xander. He had just introduced himself to Maísa. Tempest noted that he was very bad at using pick-up lines. There was another blonde guy standing with them. His name was Max. He had introduced himself at the tea party back then.

Names. It was always important to remember other people's names. Tempest waited around for more introductions but none of them came, except Maísa who he already knew. He watched them steadily, sitting so still it was nearly impossible to hear him breathe. He seemed more like a shadow, a piece of furniture, than a person. And he listened.

A different woman popped in through the walls. "It was dumb to carry an umbrella when there was no rain." Tempest thought. She told them that this was a test, that the goal was to be the last person standing. Then showing to them a table filled with black bags, which she claimed were weapons, she vanished into a puff of smoke.

Tempest stepped forward, ignoring the confusion of the people around him. Reaching his hand forward, he touched one of the bags and then the room seemed to melt in front of his eyes. Without struggling, he closed them and sunk back into the blackness.

Kiyoshi had not yet understood what the woman wanted before the room fell away. He wondered if they had again been drugged. He had never fainted this many times in one day. Doing so gave him a mild headache.

Looking around him, he seemed to be in what appeared to be a catholic church. The stained glass windows looked eerie in the darkness, casting long distorted shadows across the pews. There seemed to be no one around him, Kiyoshi noted and knowing that made him tremble ever so slightly. This was a dream wasn't it? Just some bad nightmare that he was having because he'd eaten too much at dinner the day before. Please tell me this is just a dream.

There was a black bag right in front of him, lying on the ground as if waiting to be picked up. It was the same one that the ghost woman had said contained a weapon. Shaking slightly, he picked it up and sat half crouching on one of the pews. It may be the only thing that would give him at least a sort of a clue of what the hell this was all about. There were four things inside. A booklet, a bottle of water, a flashlight and what seemed to be a personal tracking device. Turning it on, he verified his assumption as he watched the dots move on the faintly blue glowing screen. Using the flashlight. He opened the booklet and began to read.

Tempest sat in the crevice of the stairwell in front of a school that looked quite different from his. It seemed to be a boarding school. The insides were quite well furnished, as if the school was open until just yesterday. And now, looking down the darkened corridors of the dormitories, he imagined the ghosts of the students who had lived here walking through the building.

He relished the thought that there was a crossbow in his pack. This was turning into one of those video games he would always play. Tempest loved shooter games, aside from the more modern games, he had even gone out of his way to acquire the older ones like Call of Duty, Halo, or Counterstrike. This was what he spent most of his free time doing. And now, it was as if he could play a real life shooter game. But what was he supposed to shoot? Were there things that were going to come out at him? Or was he supposed to shoot the other people in this game. Why else would they give him a crossbow?

They had also provided him with a booklet, which contained one sheet of instructions and a map. Tempest studied the map for a while before reading the instructions.

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Welcome to the Evaluation.

The objective is simple, eliminate all other players
and be the last one alive.

No one is allowed to leave until there is only one
person remaining.

Have fun!

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They seemed straightforward enough. It was exactly like a shooter game. Tempest began to feel excited. He walked further into the school, taking things from other people's rooms and the kitchen. He needed to stock up on provision first or else he'd die of hunger before he could kill everyone else.

Max opened his eyes and blinked a few times before it set in. He'd been knocked out. Again. With a groan of anger he punched the wooden bench he was laying on, resulting in a dull thud and another groan, this one of pain. "I swear to God, if I find out who keeps doing this, I'll..." He was too angry to finish the sentence, and as he looked around, he realized he probably shouldn't have said it in the first place. He was in a church, a pretty nice one by the looks of it, In the middle of a pew, in the middle row.

"Sorry, Sir." He muttered. He wasn't religious, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to try and stay on a supposedly all-mighty being's good side. As his anger subsided, he sat up and found a bag laying at his feet. Hoping for some kind of answer, he opened it and dumped out it's contents. He was stunned when an honest-to-goodness scythe fell out, along with a flashlight, bottle of water, and a booklet. If an answer was to be had, it would be in the booklet. As he read it, though, he remembered what had happened before he was knocked out. Realization dawned on him as he looked to the weapon again. They wanted him to kill those other people. With a scythe.

"So they put me in a church, give me a scythe, and tell me to kill people." Max said, hoping to understand the situation a little better by repeating it. "What the hell do they want me to be? The Grim Reaper?"