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 Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 7:54 pm
The shell cracked, just a bit. A stubborn tug, perhaps the last of any emotion, made Lacey not want to. I look down and he kills me. She realized. It was a stupid trick. Devante had a gun, and Lacey had pins embedded deep down in her pocket, her own gun, but without her partner, all of her bullets were duds. But if this was the way Devante insisted on killing Lacey, a lying, kniving beast till the end, so be it.
Lacey reached into her pocket, the slim black Razr fitting snuggly into her palm. Slowly, she averted her gaze down.
The bullet would shoot, any second now... Any second now as her eyes skimmed the mail... any milisecond the bullet would pierce her chest, just as the realization occured.
Just as all was not lost, and she realized there was still a chance left for her... THAT was when Devante would kill her. When that thin trickle of hope had begun to slowly accumulate, this would be when he would grin. Yes, true irony had to be established first.
Any second now.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 8:03 pm
[If home is where the heart is...]
"Lacey..." He could see her face twisted with distrust and hopelessness, and he really couldn't blame her. Some small, pacing, angry part of him wanted to put a bullet between her eyes, to be in complete and utter control of whether or not she lived or died. The urge to kill blazed through him, astounded him, poured strength into his veins. She was a helpless lamb and he the wolf. And she saw that predatory streak, knew he was trigger happy... Slowly she looked away, and any second now he would slip, snap the gun up and shoot, any second now, and he would survive for the rest of the Week.
"I'm your Partner. Maybe not anymore. But the Pact is still there." He forced out the words with difficulty, shoving the gun deep into his pockets as he did so.
[[obviously they don't still have a Pact formed guys. He's talking about the pact of fwiendship, dawwww. Whatafag.]]
[...then we're all just f***ed.]
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:33 pm
(SOMEONE NEEDS TO TRUST THEIR PARTNER ;D)
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:23 pm
Pact. Right.
"You were my partner..." Lacey admitted, finally pulling her eyes from her phone. "We were... good together. Made it to day seven." The smile on her face was strange, unfitting. Her eyes didn't match the expression, proved the bittersweet notion to be just that.
"That was until you told me... what you did. What you did to her... how could you... how COULD you? You must have known, all the time! Why did you have to choose ME to be your partner?? Of all people? After that crime... that bloody crime..." ((...xD thats all from 'Judas's death' jesus christ superstar...)) "By murderering her... don't you see that you've murdered me!?" she yelled. How could he expect her to be his friend, his partner, to honor their pact when it was his hand that had destroyed so many, herself included?
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 7:58 pm
(Oh god I havent seen jesus christ super star in ages. DX I was really little when I first saw it on stage and it confused the crap out of me.
"But wait! Why are they in modern clothes now?! Wait! Why are they in biblical clothes again?! Modern?! MOMMY IM CONFUSED")
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 8:33 pm
((our school just did it and to hell if I cant get the songs out of my head!))
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:32 am
 『 This is my Shibuya. 』
Where had the time gone? The Composer had been left with nothing
to entertain him since he'd sent his Proxy back to the RG, and his duties
had grown tiresome. Simply existing in Shibuya wasn't a very meaningful
existence. Without some sort of goal, with nothing to look forward to,
there was no reason to carry out that which was expected of him. He'd
allowed Megumi to return to his position as Conductor only after careful
consideration. The deciding factor had been a petty one, but the Composer couldn't
see himself reigning over the UG as he had before his Game with Megumi.
He'd placed the responsibility on that man's shoulders once more, choosing instead to watch.
He'd thought it would be interesting, at least, to see what a man who loved Shibuya
would do with it, when the pressure was off.
It seemed that the Conductor still needed some lessons in loosening up.
The Composer had grown tired of waiting, doing nothing, and he'd finally
thought up a way to stir things up a bit.
First thing was first, however. He had to get the Players involved. If things
worked out the way he planned them, Megumi would be forced to retaliate,
and the Reapers under him would turn on him. This could be fun.
He chose not to masquerade as a Player this time around, still content with
observing from afar, and so he stayed back, his Frequency too high
for any Player, or Reaper, aside from the Conductor to see. If there were any
exceptions, they would be more powerful than he would think to calculate,
and highly unexpected. If there were someone with enough
Imagination to see him at all, he would still appear quite vague,
and more light than anything. He'd be difficult to look at, and most would choose to look away,
dismissing him as a trick of the light. No one would recognize his true
self, anyway.
As the Pieces scurried about their Chess Board, the Master made his
moves. A message was sent, quite unexpectedly, to their cell phones, the
sound likely startling the recipients more than any Noise that could attack them. P.S. There is more to your Player Pin than you give it credit for. Take the Game into your own hands, and make others your Pawns. Look for Tactics where it all Began. The message seemed clear enough. Imprinting, Memes...and the Beginning.
It could only mean The Scramble. The Composer snickered
to himself, sitting back to watch the show.
『 フフフ 』 
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:54 am
Just as Jade had exited the Udagawa area, her cell phone buzzed awkwardly in the back pocket of her shorts. She gave a startled jump and a quick intake of breath, qucikly reaching back and flipping open her maroon EnV2 to read the text. P.S? They can send P.Ss?
She read the message over again, narrowing her eyes at its criptic words, and then put the phone back. They had mentioned her Player pin... What was so special about it? So far its only use to her had been something to keep her ponytail from slipping out. Anxious brown eyes scanning for familiar landmarks, she pulled the pin free from her hair and looked down at its morbid skull pattern. But these things don't do anything. And what do they mean, making everyone my Pawns? I'm not manipulative at all...
The only part she seemed to understand was looking for these Tactics. Where it usually always began, right? The Scramble. Her only dilemma was finding out where the heck she had to go to get there.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 9:10 am
[If home is where the heart is...]
At first Devante thought that perhaps she was letting him back in, possibly offering him a shred of forgiveness that he didn't deserve. He looked up at her face, saw the mismatched expressions, and knew that it was all false hope. She knew they'd been a fairly decent Pact. Even after he had told her his profession as an assassin. However, it had proved too much when he'd told her that one of his victims had been her own best friend, whose death had resulted in Lacey's own suicide. Some cruel twist of fate had forced killer and indirectly killed to become Partners that Week, unknown to them both until that Game had come to a bitter conclusion...
Whose idea of a sick joke was that, huh? Makin' me an' her Partner up? Devante raged to no one, feeling the guilt stab through his neglected conscience. The gangster lowered his head, snarling angrily, unable to give an answer to any of her questions. ...Just leave it alone, Lacey!
With a shout he reached out and grabbed her by the neck, pulling the small girl up into the air. He heard her phone vibrate noisily, but it had become background, melting away with everything else. With a shake he pulled her eye level with him, his eyes still full of guilt and sourceless anger. "Get. Over it. Jade's still out there, Lace, an' if you ever wanna f*****' see her again in the RG, then get over yourself an' go find 'er!"
[[Italics are fun.]]
[...then we're all just f***ed.]
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:51 am
Ashi continued looking around. What would she do if she saw a player? Could she work up the nerve to attack them like her friends wanted her to? Should she run away...? She didn't know what she'd do if she saw a player... They were so helpless right now, they didn't even have their partners. This thought made her totally wipe out the idea of attacking them, which wouldn't have been hard to get rid of anyways, any excuse she could have found would have worked. There seemed to be no one here... No reapers and no playe--wait... A player was coming... Ashi recognized her, she was the girl that she stopped Sephimaru from killing when Lacey attacked Devante. She look confused and lost... Maybe she wouldn't be afraid of the kind reaper...
Ashi decided to walk over to her to see if she needed help. She kept an eye open for any other reapers, knowing they didn't like when she helped players. She didn't get to close, she didn't want to scare the girl. "U-Um... D-Do you need help...?" she asked gently looking at the ground.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:56 am
Holding on to Elliotts hand tightly, a bright light engulfed them, causing his tears of horror to turn into tears of happiness.
"OH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH I KNEW YOU WERE A GOOD PERSON-" He stopped abruptly as his cellphone buzzed, reaching into his pocket to pull it out.
P.S. There is more to your Player Pin than you give it credit for. Take the Game into your own hands, and make others your Pawns. Look for Tactics where it all Began.
Pausing for a long moment, he looked up at Elliott, face confused.
"....I don't get it."
(LEAVE IT TO THIS PACT TO BE IN THE RIGHT PLACE BUT NOT GET WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:28 pm
And now that those pesky noise couldn’t touch them since they were paired up, there was no longer reason to worry. All was well in Pur and Viggy land, other than the fact that they now had to kill all these little annoyances.
He held onto Vignati’s hand for a moment, after the special effects of the pact had taken place. He was just about to agree about how he was such a great person, when his cellphone caught him off guard, making him, for the umpteenth time, jump again and give a little yelp.
He should take it off vibrate…
However, he saw no need to get his phone out. Screw that. Vignati already had his out, so why not? The shorter male walked to the side of the taller, leaning over his shoulder to get a look of the mission. He had to lean over quite a bit to see the tiny text, and squint his singular eye, and utterly violate Vignati’s personal space to see the message, but he saw it.
Oh, and mister genius didn’t get it either. That’s just great. What did he expect? Was the flamboyantly gay man who had often skipped classes to do drugs before he was even a teenager suppose to understand this?
Haha, in his dreams, maybe.
“…I have no idea either…” He tilted his head slightly to the left, Viggy’s side, further violating his space.
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Ah! An idea! A pawn! That was a chess piece, right?!
“Oh, an idea!” Elliott exclaimed in glee. God, he was such a genius. “Pawns are chess pieces, right?! Maybe they’re talking about Chess!”
….
But… Were they supposed to use the player pins to turn everyone into chess pieces…?
…What was the point of that…?
“…Does this mean we have to turn people into Chess pieces…?” He asked his partner.
That was the most logical thing he could come up with, after all.
(SO SMART. THEIR IQ IS OBVIOUSLY OVER 9000.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:33 pm
Despite the fact his personal space was getting thoroughly and utterly raped, Vignati kept his cool. He had a mission to figure out, after all.
"Ooh! Yeah! Chess pieces!" He agreed, shaking his head. "But what about the player pin and tactics and where it all began??"
He tapped his chin, staring down at the text on the screen. Maybe... "Maybe we're supposed to find where the origins of chess came from and find out the secret tactics to winning... at chess??"
Oh he was damn smart all right. Damn smart...
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:48 pm
Elliott hummed, scratching his head with a free hand. “..Yea… but what does that have to do with the player pins…? Do they help us find out the origins of Chess…?” His tone, literally drenched in confusion. “What is the point of this again…?”
Gah, none of this made any sense! Why couldn’t they just kill the noise instead? That was much simpler, and it didn’t require a lot of thinking!
Unlike this mission. Grumble Grumble.
This was a hard problem, even for geniuses such as themselves.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 12:51 pm
"Maybe the pin IS the origin of chess!"
Vignati exclaimed triumphantly, a wide grin on his face. They were definantly getting somewhere, here! Meanwhile, everyone else was probably stumped. Ahahaha...
"So we need to figure out... the tactics of the player pin? Which will help us with figuring out chess??"
Sounded logical to him.
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