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"Piranahs? Shitty deal, man." Seven's shoulders haunched as though he were shuddering, but on the whole the motion was too small to be completely obvious. "Everyone else was okay before that thing attacked me." The olive coloured Gamma turned his head this way and that during the long pause, taking stock of all the people in the room - wow, there were a lot! "Err, I don't see them here yet, so maybe they got away?" Who knows. Who. Knows.

"No, man. Sorry" His attention had turned to Beta Seven, or 'Boss' apparently, frowning behind his mask and more visibly shaking his head. "All I remember was that it looked like the woman's uniforms, and that it was covered with shadow wisps or something. I don't know! It looked like smoke, only way, way darker." He folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head to the side, pondering the question a little more, trying to dredge up any helpful memories.

"Kinda hard to remember a small number when you're getting hit with fists of bricks." Which wasn't entirely accurate, but as close as he was gonna get. It also luckily served to answer the question E-12 posed. In his search of his memory though, he realized one very important thing; his pants were less uncomfortable.

"WAIT." He said as if it were extremely important. "Where did..." Straightening suddenly, Gamma Seven did an odd little shimmy with his lower half, and when he didn't feel that he wanted he pat himself down...

He didn't get a chance to go any further than that, as some glowy thing with a scythe and a cloak appeared, effectively stopping his self-searching for a little blatant staring. That was....what? What was that?! Was it death?! No, it wouldn't be death! This thing was too blue! Too gold! But it...wasn't coming after them? It was telling a joke? An unfunny joke. And drinking?! Lucky b*****d didn't have a mask! OH GOD now it was checking a door?!

Wow, this thing was, uh, certainly something.

"Net? Why would they need a net for us, if we died...?" Seven came to his senses as the others started to talk, only becoming more and more baffled by the whole affair. They were put on an island to die, he died, but now he's being kept somewhere in a net like a fish? A swanky net, but a net nonetheless. He tried to keep up with Beta Seven, but he was too busy staring at the door. He...He kind of wanted to know what was on the other side.

And hey, since Two was throwing himself at it, it couldn't have been so bad! Ha, maybe he was getting this 'BE CAREFUL' thing that Two had always prattled on about!

Being the helpful sort he was, he took his turn trying to get the door to open. He was already dead anyway, what's the worst that could happen?

(b8 entering from Dark Cove)

'So this is where I was supposed to go when I died.......what the hell!?!?!?!' He looked around, slightly dazed. It was a lounge~! A bloody LOUNGE~!! He also took note of the many others here, and he flinched behind his mask. What had they all volunteered for??

But then his curiousity peaked as he heard a loud THUD. There was a door.......and they were all taking turns to beat on it? How peculiar. "What's.....going on?" He asked the nearest person.

After having rammed the door, yII winced and backed away, rubbing his shoulder. It didn't seem like it was going to budge anytime soon. He also didn't think it was really possible to feel 'pain' while dead, but whatever. It probably would have been weirder to him if he hadn't felt that. With a grimace, he turned upon hearing a new voice. Another person had joined their ranks. The little exchange between the newcomer and eXII was a curious one for sure.

This... bVIII had died earlier?

"I don't think my shoulder could really take slamming into it again," he murmured before looking at the new dead one, "Some guy dressed in a blue cloak carrying a scythe stormed out this door."

There wasn't much to say aside from that.

"Other than that... we're all dead."

Bait grunted as E-3 answered for him and wrenched his arm from the other's grip. He really didn't want to be touched, especially by someone who had killed him the first time. He got no satisfaction that some of their team was here with him. He didn't like the idea of others dying. And, once again, his thoughts turned to his team mate, B-3. Hi eyes darted around the room, looking for her. Hoping to God...was there a god here?..that she wasn't in this room with him, that she was still out there protecting herself, that some one had her back like he couldn't. Much like E-3, his guilt at his inability to stay alive gnawed at him from the inside out. He was determined to get back to her.

"Should I try the door?" A simple question, waiting for a simple answer.

E-3 nodded as another person explained the rattling door. She paused and appeared to process something for a moment, then said, "A black-cloaked figure? Carried some kind of huge blue weapon? Usually makes some kind of joke or something?" She looked at the door, musing for a moment before saying. "I believe he might have been the one who re-killed Bait and I..."

She stared at the rough door. Perhaps she should...what, kick it or something? She wasn't sure if she wanted to incur the potential wrath of the cloaked figure. After all, they were probably one of the ones in control of this crazed place.

She weighed the chances, and then closed her eyes for a moment. She could stay here, or she could attempt the door. Well...perhaps the door?

Approaching the door, E-3 gave it a rather sceptical look. Well, she might as well. It wasn't like it was going to kill her. After all, she'd already died...twice.

And with that, E-3 rammed into the door with her shoulder. It rattled a bit, not really more than before. Oh well...

E-3 shrugged, then looked back E-12 and the others.

E-12’s attention, quite suddenly, jerked from B-8 to the newest member of their little family: E-3. E-3! She felt B-8’s arm slipped from her grip and cared not one bit. E-3 was here! The girl blinked back sudden tears, feeling a little bit silly.

“I...I have, yeah,” she answered E-3, somewhat lamely. She listened as E-3 explained what’d happened to them since they last saw each other on the battlefield. When the girl got to the part about failing the team, E-12 put her hand on her arm and said “No, I failed you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. But,” she choked a little, “I tried to avenge you. We took out three of those bastards. Afterwards, well, E-5 took over as our medic. She grabbed your bandages before you...your body disappeared. She patched us up pretty well but right afterwards we got this text message. Everyone you see here are the idiots who responded to the message. Everyone but E-13, he made it somehow. It was this giant sick game. I didn’t even see it coming when I died. I just woke up there. Heh, I thought I’d won.”

E-12 considered telling the girl about the flag she’d planted on square 3-E. She decided against it. Now that she thought about it, a tribute in the middle of a bloody board game wasn’t much of anything at all.

She watched the others take their turns hitting the door and shrugged. “It did the same for all of us. Try it if you want, B-8, but it seems stuck now. The cloaked guy felt the door with his fingers, and then complained that it was supposed to be sealed.”

E-12 went to stand next to E-3. Now that she’d found her friend, there was no way in hell, heaven, purgatory, or net that she was letting her out of her sight again.

So many unanswered questions, and the possibility that everything they wanted to know rested behind that door...well, since everyone else was giving it a go, E-4 figured that she would pitch in. Considering the order, she was certain that the hooded figure was probably going to be pretty mad at them. Who knows what consequences they would face for doing this, but it wasn't as if sitting around helped either (and there was the fact they were all pretty impatient by this point).

Rising from her spot on the floor, she joined the others in the attempt to open the door, throwing all the weight she could muster at it. She slammed into it and then promptly staggered backwards at the impact, clutching at her throbbing shoulder in pain. Ow, that...maybe that wasn't a good idea after all.

And the door? It seemed as sturdy as ever.