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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:55 pm
[A7 is accusing himself]
More talking. More arguing. It all flew over his head. There was only one voice, one thought, that had caught his attention this time. It was a terrible feeling, when he let that one, single thought sink into his brain and stew there for a moment.
One traitor. Oops, no, I forgot to mention there was another one. And oh, how about third time's lucky?
A7 felt a sickening dread in his stomach. How easily they were all herded into believing the words of a hooded stranger when they had already learned that valuable lesson previously. No one is to be trusted. No one.
They could all be traitors.
Which means they could all be dead in an hour. A room filled with corpses, devoid of the anger and emotion flying left and right. Just dead bodies, and a laughing man who got his jollies off of making people believe they had a chance - if only they could choose to give up their humanity.
A7's hand rested on Z8's hip, squeezing it tensely. She had to see that this was as fruitless as A10 had mentioned. He leaned in to tell her, when A10 slid the paper onto the table. Suddenly, the truth in all of it's pointless tragedy didn't matter. A7's one-track mind focused solely on the fact that A10 had just put herself in front of the metaphorical gun, and the one thing he knew he couldn't do was watch her die again.
He released Z8, and stormed around the table, snatching the paper up and crumpling it. "What are you thinking?" He hissed at A10, tossing the paper over his shoulder. She was going to keep putting herself in harms way until another bullet went through her heart, wasn't she? She was going to keep dying in his arms until the very end. A7 was sick of leaving this up to fate. He was sick of arguing, and he was most definitely sick of waiting to watch A10 die. There was only one way out of this.
He grabbed a paper, and scribbled large, horrible letters on it. Then he slammed the paper down on the table and pulled away.
It read A 7.
"I'm the traitor. All right guys? There you go. Everyone can shut the ******** up now and sit down."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:13 pm
((E-10 is CONFUSED WTF GUYS))
Everyone was accusing and suspecting everyone else. Everyone...everyone but her? Was she not the traitor? Or did they just not understand? They must not have understood. She was a traitor, she was thinking horrible traitorous thoughts. They were for her survival! Her attention turned toward the robed figure as A-5 addressed them. He had a point, what were the rules? Survival, yes. Survival was everything. This was a game but they had never been told the rules. That wasn't fair! You don't just throw someone in a game and not tell them how it works!
As E-4--er...Eta Hermione IV asked who hadn't attacked anyone on the island E-10 paused. Was there anyone who hadn't attacked anyone? Probably the more important thing was who hadn't killed anyone. A glance was cast toward E-13 and she frowned; he was too stupid to be capable of betrayal. Far too stupid. She watched as A-7 wrote down his own name, blinking and just staring at him. He was quick to do that... "I don't think a real traitor would just confess like that." She definitely didn't suspect A-7 if that was the case. A real traitor would be the quiet one or they'd be the one accusing anyone and everyone.
...s**t. She needed to find a scapegoat of her own and fast.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:52 pm
(( Eta IV is accusing Epilson XIII )) Eta "Hermione" IV watched the conversations ping back and forth like a spectator at a tennis match. Several times she sat up quickly, index finger raised, mouth open to spout what she was absolutely certain would be invaluable pearls of wisdom only to find that someone else was talking over her. Sinking down in her chair, Hermione frowned deeply. This wasn't getting them anywhere. It's not like the traitor was just going to raise their hand -- oh hey, wait, Buckbeak and Hagrid were totally raising their hands. Weird. Hermione knew the groundskeeper of Hogwarts and his trusty hippogryff (who had bitten Draco Malfoy no less!) could not possibly be harbingers of doom. She had no intention of writing down either of their names. Time was running out, and she was not about to directly disobey the wishes of their instructor. She might lose points for Gryffindor! And then where would they be? Probably still on this island. As she looked around the table, Hermione kept coming back to Epilson XIII -- and with good reason. He alone was in possession of not one, but two horcruxes. Who in their right mind would hold on to these talismans of Voldemort but the Dark Lord himself or one of his lackeys? For a moment, Hermione thought to ask everyone to expose their left forearms to do a quick Dark Mark check, but in the suits, it was not an option. So she was left with Epilson XIII. He was protecting two horcruxes -- pendants that were paramount to winning this game. Hermione knew that she and Harry needed to get their hands on them. Holding on to one, sure, she could understand that. But two? That screamed guilt to her. Not to mention that after complaining loudly about what a burden the pendants were, he turned around and refused to give her one. Hello? Guilty. And if she was wrong? Well, people were going to die here. She knew that. She also knew that Epilson XIII's death would give her and Harry the chance to get their hands on the horcruxes. So either he was guilty and deserved to die, or he was greedy and asking for death, or he was innocent but his death would lead to the salvation of the world through the defeat of Lord Voldemort. Also, he was totally being a douche. Lifting her pen, Hermione printed the name "Epilson XIII (suspected Death Eater)" on her card and then folded it neatly in half. It bothered her mildly that she was not the first person done with this test.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:09 pm
((A-Nine is neutral for now))
A-Nine shrunk back a little when the hooded figure mentioned her name. She didn't like it accusing her of things she wasn't doing. What a jerk! A-Nine promised A-One and all the others that she would do her best and she had meant it!
Seven slots filled out of thirteen? What did it matter? Their time on the island wasn't over yet, and who said those seven slots were permanently filled anyway? They could keep trying. And even if they did die, A-Nine shot a quick glace over to A-Ten and A-Five, it didn't seem to matter much. She might have been worried if they all came back as zombies or fruit bats or something but since that wasn't the case A-Nine wasn't worried. She couldn't understand why everyone was getting all upset.
She frowned, trying to think about things but it was hard with everyone talking loudly all around her. Her head was starting to hurt. She glared at the hooded figure some more. It was all that jerk's fault.
It was trying to pit everyone against each other, just like the death pony had. Only... wait. Didn't one of those figures scare off the death pony on the beach? A-Nine racked her brains hard. Think think think...
Movement a couple seats down from A-Nine distracted her. A-Seven had slammed his piece of paper out onto the table and loudly declared himself the traitor. Wait, what? That wasn't right. A-Seven was part of Phoenix squad! Didn't they all swear to protect each other when they formed that group? They wouldn't back stab each other.
A-Nine stood up. "Don't be silly, you're not the traitor!" she said loudly to A-Seven.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:28 pm
[E7 is inquiring Eta 4]
E7 frowned as Eta 4 seemed to be eying E13. He sighed, heavily, she was starting to get on his nerves. She seemed way too intent on getting the pendant. "Why do you want the pendant so bad?" He questioned head tilting.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:36 pm
(( A-Three is trying to be neutral, but getting angrier, and inquiring of E13 ))
His fingers began to drill, thumping down on the surface of the table one right after the other. He didn't much like the possibility that he might lose one of his own...and that...fear, that uncertainty, was very much alien to him. Growling softly, his eyes rested on those who had asked questions...accused his Fiver. At least, thank the gods, they were leaving Fiver II out of this. But then, who in all the levels of hell could be angry with the fellow? Even Three had tried and failed abysmally. He wished he could send them both reassuring glances...damn these masks. "Look now! For all we know, Fiver and A-Ten weren't the only ones to resurrect! There could be others...since, again, must I state we are looking for a singular traitor? Honestly, I will admit that the whole business with two pendants is fishy. Why, must we ask, are they keeping them both, if indeed such is the case, which I have to say, it does seem to be." There was that wry, accusatory tone still embedded deep within the words, which A-Three really wasn't mincing.
Looking over towards A-7, he sighed. For all the man's good intentions, he really did seem to complicated the matter, now didn't he? "Oh sit down..." He murmured, "I highly doubt you did it, Seven." It was quiet, and almost...consoling. A-Three didn't really like the man, but there were a good handful of people about this table that A-Three had an even higher degree of annoyance towards.
"And for those who inquired earlier...I too have attacked someone, that's how this game is played. Violently. And I don't know what hoop they're trying to get us to jump through now, but the rules have never been set in stone...'traitor' could be defined as simply as someone's mentality. Hell, the traitor might not even remember that he or she is a traitor. Ironic, isn't it? We could sit here condemning one another forever."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:59 pm
(( Still neutral .... ))
Fiver started to reply to T-13 but Three spoke up before he could and he found himself somehow grateful. No one in this damned place seemed to listen to him when he talked. Maybe they would listen to Three. And as he'd already admitted he attacked someone (after they attacked him), he didn't even bother to answer that question.
Oh and now someone ELSE was conveniently ignoring the fact that he wasn't the only one who came back to life. God, these people were ******** idiots. ... And then people were ignoring the "one traitor" thing. Really you guys? Really? Fuming by this point, Fiver crossed arms over his chest and just kept chanting to himself 'shut up shut up keep quiet don't give them more ammo because they don't listen anyway, they're just idiots shut up shut up shut up'. Yes he had really died, they'd been over this. His arm had been broken, bone sticking out of the skin, blood running warm down his arm, too warm, too hot, white-hot pain and there'd been a crack and everything was dark. They told him his neck was broken. Yes, he had DIED. And come back. But so had other people, so stuff it. ******** idiots.
As Three spoke up, defending him again, he shot the other a look that was grateful and confused and somewhat terrified at the same time - though it couldn't be seen under his mask. He didn't want to die again. For all he knew at this point, everything was a game and anyone dead might come back ...or might not. When was the real game over? What were the rules? What was the POINT? God ... he didn't want to die ... not again...
"None of this is logical," he half-whispered, feeling rather as if he wanted to bury his head in his hands and pretend this was a nightmare. "It's all just pointing fingers and yelling and asking questions that already got answered about a thousand times. One traitor or more, who cares? This jerk's whole point is to make us do THIS, make us fight, make us choose to kill somebody ... kill us all, one by one. How do we know anyone is supposed to get out alive? Maybe it's all a lie. So what does it ******** matter?" All through this little speech, his voice was quiet, those across the table would likely have to strain to hear anything at all, though the ones sitting closer could make out words more easily if they cared to pay attention.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:09 pm
(( A-Three is accusing E-13 ))
Three's hand moved, reaching over to curl fingers about Fiver's forearm. "You're fretting too much over this." He murmured, eyes narrowing behind his mask, rather loathing the idiotic buffoons who were just spouting without caring to listen to reason. "Please...calm...whilst we're trapped in this game we might as well play by whatever rules we deem fit." And A-Three would be damned if he'd be inconvenienced by such illiterate fools. His Fivers both belonged to him, thank you just the same, and he had no desire for any of them to be taken away.
Thus far, there was only one other individual with such accusations piling up, and so, he scrawled down the designation for Epsilon Thirteen...and shoved it forward. "Someone doesn't seem to be inclined to share with the class..." Somehow, he highly doubted that fair play had gotten that individual two pendants, and whilst that might have been within the rules of the game, hoarders could not be stood for.
That, at least, was what he told himself, to assuage his conscience on the matter. Better that scapegoat, than one of Three's own.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:12 pm
(( E-13 is suspicious of A-10 and A-5 ))
"Alright, if we're gonna go on making a big deal about it and pursue that line of thought to its final stupidity."
E-13 dug in his jacket and took out the two pendants. They were, as advertised, blue and shiny.
"Thanks for bandaging me up earlier, Doc. If you hadn't, I wouldn't have made it through anyhow."
He gave one of the pendants to E-5.
"Now I don't want to seem like I'm tossing around targets. I meant what I said about not being able to make it otherwise. ...So you don't want it, you don't hesitate to give it to somebody else." He turned to address the rest of the room. "...Everyone satisfied? Not like I had much of a chance to do it earlier, but just because I didn't want to give it to Miss Bossy doesn't mean I'm collecting jewelry."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:15 pm
((Still neutral))
This seemed to be going nowhere. Despite the time they had wasted, their bickering hadn't produced any new evidence, leaving them right back where they'd started. Zeta Eight wasn't agitated, per se, but she could feel the growing sense of desperation circling around the table, seeping under her suit and into her skin. She had no problem with death -- 'Hermione had been right, she felt very little connection to any of these people, with a few inexplicable exceptions she didn't dare acknowledge, even to herself. But it was for exactly that reason she practically felt the tick tick ticking of a clock that might or might not exist, not sure of whether the sound pounding in her ears was real or the sound of her heartbeat.
Eta Thirteen seemed to be on the chopping block, it seemed. He must have known it too -- although his explanations weren't well received, he repeated them non the less, defending his innocence. She felt no love for him, not even a spark of pity, but there was the conscious thought that she should sympathize with him, despite how she did not. He was likely merely playing the game, and had just done too good a job at it.
"Perhaps carrying two pendants is against the rules."
Zeta Eight felt a touch and squeeze to her hip, a gesture she would never allow from anyone else, and she turned her head automatically to look back at the well-built Alpha just as he stormed around the table to where Alpha Ten was, crumpling up her paper. At first, she thought this was a good thing. Perhaps Alpha Seven could talk some sense into her. So it was not until she'd almost turned back towards the conversation before she heard him slam his palm down on the table, glancing over at him as he announced himself the traitor.
Irresponsible. Inconsiderate. Hypocritical. They were Phoenixes, for ******** sake. What had all that talk been, about sticking together? Political posturing? A fair-weather fairytale?
This bullshit had gone on long enough.
"SEVEN. TEN."
Standing up abruptly again, (although her chair stayed upright this time,) she barked out a shout, bristling. For someone who talked like a robot 99% of the time, she could certainly yell.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:24 pm
[ A-Eleven is still neutral, but very confused ]
"I haven't attacked anyone, bedsides the giant horse that wanted us to kill each other," she replied to E-Four's (Hermione?) earlier question. "But that attacking/killing one another...as we've already stated, that can't be the key here." Could it?
Next think A--Eleven knew, A-Seven was accusing himself, just as A-Ten had. "What would make you the traitor, exactly?" she asked. "I highly doubt either of you are it." She agreed with A-Nine and the others.
That was when E-Thirteen pulled out his two pendants. They sure were shiny. Perhaps...perhaps having two was the rule? Not like this island felt like it promoted sharing or anything. A-Eleven watched at he handed a pendant to E-Five. Well, now they both had one pendant. Though that didn't fix any rule breaking had it occurred. Z-Eight seemed to echo her thoughts on the subject.
"This is a silly game, and it reminds me an awful lot of the horse on the Beach," she sighed. They were arguing and going in circles. Which meant this was going absolutely no where. "Just how are we supposed to come to a decision when we can't possibly know the answer?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:54 pm
((Zeta Three is currently neutral~))
Of course Z3 felt neutral in the game; it would have broken character to be anything else.
He never once opened his mouth to speak, just sat there, quietly, and listened. Questions of violence went unanswered, arguments were observed with veiled interest, and even the flash of not one, but two pendants failed to provoke a visible reaction. There were absolute lunatics in his midst, too, which proved... well, interesting was about the only neutral word he could think of for it. Clearly, they were daft, but he had no idea of their potential yet and therefore couldn't write them off entirely.
He inwardly debated his options. Zeta Eight was already playing up her own defenses with the allies; that much was apparent. Perhaps he even envied a fragment of her strategy, having charmed the brutish Alpha Seven or... was it even charmed, really? He'd laid hands on her and other females with such infuriating casualness--
... But that was getting off track.
From a strategic point of view, he had several reasons to suspect a few. The stronger threats would need eliminating, but those pendants... E-13 had just given one away? A clever ploy to split his targeting, probably.
Z3 himself was among those eyeing him, after all.
But God, he needed an ally in all this. That much was becoming apparent the more he he thought and listened. To be a lone wolf here might leave him prime to become a target for elimination, regardless of whether or not he happened to be that 'traitor' in the midsts.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:54 pm
T-13 nodded towards E-13 as he stood and passed away his pendant, "I don't see any rules stating you can have only one pendant, and what you did there shows you have some character, for that you seem decent." Turning back to the others her gave a large shrug. "So we have two people who came back from the dead, one of them could still be a traitor though. Let me ask this, do you remember how you came back? If at least so the rest of us know how to get a second chance?"
((T-13 really isn't sure who to blame so color him neutral again! XD ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:56 pm
((Gamma Pott3r is accusing Eta XIII))
“I pity you,” Harry said as she looked at the cloaked figure, “Because you will never know love. Or friendship!”
Wait, that was supposed to be said to Voldemort, wasn't it.
“Nix that. My bad. I take that back and substitute it with a comment about your greasy hair and large nose, which I assume you have, Professor.” Harry narrowed her eyes, as though she had revealed some significant bit of information and... why the hell wasn't anybody gasping?
Damn, these people really didn't know how to treat a Chosen One.
Harry looked first to Zeta Eight screamed, the same girl who had previously asked her how he knew of Voldemort. The girl she was now suspicious about, because who didn't know about Voldemort? Harry eyed her skeptically and might have spoken, had she not immediately started screaming at HA7grid.
“Stop that!” Harry Gamma Pott3r shouted, “Hagrid, sit down. You're not a traitor. You don't even have a wand. Buckbeak, you're not a traitor either,” she said to Alpha 10, “Hippogryphs are noble creatures.”
She watched as Hermione wrote down a name. Harry's brow furrowed... but Hermione had always been right, hadn't she? She had known Divination was a crock of s**t after all... of course, maybe that was just because she was psychic.
Nevertheless, Harry followed suit, and scribble 'Eta XIII (Confirmed Death Eater)' on the paper. She held onto it, however, for now.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:07 pm
(( A1 entering from signup - got permission))
Z-Eight had it under control; A-One let out a quiet sigh of relief and sat forward. "Does it matter who is or isn't a traitor?" he asked. "It could be arbitrary. Maybe it's like the horse, and they just want us to kill somebody."
He shook his head. "A-One, with Phoenix Squad," he added. "Whatever any of us have or haven't done, all we're doing - again - is picking sides." He looked to his teammates, giving each a long stare before turning back to the rest of the table. "Maybe I'm the traitor. I haven't attacked anyone. That might be the criteria. But if so, I sure don't know it - and I don't believe A-Seven or A-Ten are traitors, either."
He was pretty sure it didn't matter. This was a game, the same kind of sick game the horse had played, even if the hooded figures were supposedly not on the horse's side. Any way you sliced it, they wanted to fracture alliances and force fights. Well, A-One had already chosen his side; he was sticking with his team, no matter what. Even if there was actually a traitor, if they were a Phoenix, he still had their back.
((Neutral))
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