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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:53 pm
bdfgbsᵗ ʰ ᵉ i ᶤ ᶰ ˢ ᵃ ᶰ ᶤ ᵗ ʸ i ᵍ ᵃ ᵐ ᵉ ˢ fdgbd" M y i o n l y i a d v i c e i f o r i y o u , i S t a y i A l i v e . " ᵗ ᶤ ᵗ ˡ ᵉ ⁻ ᶤ ᶰ ᵗ ʳ ᵒ ᵈ ᵘ ᶜ ᵗ ᶤ ᵒ ᶰ ⁻ ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ᵇ ᵘ ᵗ ᵉ ˢ ⁻ ᵖ ᵒ ˢ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ ˑ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ⁻ ᵈ ᵉ ᵃ ᵗ ʰ ˢ ⁻ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:59 pm
ᵗ ᶤ ᵗ ˡ ᵉ ⁻ ᶤ ᶰ ᵗ ʳ ᵒ ᵈ ᵘ ᶜ ᵗ ᶤ ᵒ ᶰ ⁻ ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ᵇ ᵘ ᵗ ᵉ ˢ ⁻ ᵖ ᵒ ˢ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ ˑ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ⁻ ᵈ ᵉ ᵃ ᵗ ʰ ˢ ⁻ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ The Book of Eibon; A novel filled to the brim with horrors untold. It is a tome in which there are no boundaries on the volume of content it can contain. Each flip of the page reveals new facts, yet throws forth a whole new series of questions; questions that should never be answered. The book of Eibon in itself if a novel of infinite mystery. A novel of power.
Waking one morning, early, and before the birds had even rose to greet the world with their trilling melodies, the collector, Noah, sat upright in bed. A thought had come to him, a dream. Quickly the man reached over to his night stand lighting a candle that dimly illuminated his pitch black chamber. Eerie shadows danced across his walls moving in a waltz with the flame burning on the wick of the candle, wax slithering its way down the smooth slick vertical surface.
Next the man carefully picked up his precious collection, his collection what resided within his treasured Book of Eibon. Picking up a pen, the man ran his hand over the rough textured leather surface before opening the cover, and eventually thumbing ever so gently through the pages. He stared down at the leafs of paper, looking over all the little things he had captured and made his, as he thought. As he gathered his ideas and they slowly formed together. By the time he had reached a blank page, he was ready to write. Pressing his pen to the paper, he fluidly moved his hand, the ink leaving a wet shining trail before drying shortly after.
He wrote in a bizarre language, if it was one at all. The characters held no resemblance to any known written language that currently existed. He wrote for hours, hammering out details, scribbling out words and writing between lines. Quickly, but oh so carefully he wrote in his cherished book.
When he was done writing, he moved on to precise and detailed illustrations, illustrations of various landscapes. There were ten landscapes, each taking up it's own page. With every stroke of the man's pen there was intense and direct concentration. Everything had to be perfect. When at last, the candle on his night stand had burnt to it’s inevitable death, Noah was complete. Flipping back thirteen pages to where he had started his work, he scribbled a name at the top of the page.
ｲん乇 ﾉ刀丂ﾑ刀ﾉｲﾘ Ǥﾑᄊ乇丂
The Insanity Games. A Soul Eater Roleplay based off the novel The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:00 pm
ᵗ ᶤ ᵗ ˡ ᵉ ⁻ ᶤ ᶰ ᵗ ʳ ᵒ ᵈ ᵘ ᶜ ᵗ ᶤ ᵒ ᶰ ⁻ ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ᵇ ᵘ ᵗ ᵉ ˢ ⁻ ᵖ ᵒ ˢ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ ˑ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ⁻ ᵈ ᵉ ᵃ ᵗ ʰ ˢ ⁻ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ Maka Albarn - Scythe Technitian
Soul Eater - Scythe Weapon And Deathscythe
Death the Kid - Shinigami
Liz Thompson - Twin Pistol
Patti Thompson - Twin Pistol
Franken Stein - Shibusen's Strongest Meister
Spirit Albarn - Deathscythe and Shibusen's Strongest Weapon
Justin Law - Idependant Guillotine and Ex-Death Scythe
Giriko Sou - Idependant Chainsaw
Daniel Roberts - Chain Scythe Technitian -OC-
KDee Roberts - Chain Scythe Weapon -OC-- - - ☠ - - - 1. Spirit Albarn
2. Franken Stein
3. Justin Law
4. Giriko Sou
5. Maka Albarn
6. Soul Eater
7. Daniel Roberts
8. KDee Roberts
9. Death the Kid
10. Patti Thompson
11. Liz Thompson
ᵗ ᶤ ᵗ ˡ ᵉ ⁻ ᶤ ᶰ ᵗ ʳ ᵒ ᵈ ᵘ ᶜ ᵗ ᶤ ᵒ ᶰ ⁻ ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ᵇ ᵘ ᵗ ᵉ ˢ ⁻ ᵖ ᵒ ˢ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ ˑ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ⁻ ᵈ ᵉ ᵃ ᵗ ʰ ˢ ⁻ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:01 pm
ᵗ ᶤ ᵗ ˡ ᵉ ⁻ ᶤ ᶰ ᵗ ʳ ᵒ ᵈ ᵘ ᶜ ᵗ ᶤ ᵒ ᶰ ⁻ ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ᵇ ᵘ ᵗ ᵉ ˢ ⁻ ᵖ ᵒ ˢ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ ˑ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ⁻ ᵈ ᵉ ᵃ ᵗ ʰ ˢ ⁻ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ rawrrawr1. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr2. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr3. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr4. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr5. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr6. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr7. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr8. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr9. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deathrawrrawr10. Name of CharacterrawrrawrrawrName of Killer // Cause of Deatho u o
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:02 pm
ᵗ ᶤ ᵗ ˡ ᵉ ⁻ ᶤ ᶰ ᵗ ʳ ᵒ ᵈ ᵘ ᶜ ᵗ ᶤ ᵒ ᶰ ⁻ ᵗ ʳ ᶤ ᵇ ᵘ ᵗ ᵉ ˢ ⁻ ᵖ ᵒ ˢ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ ˑ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ᵉ ʳ ⁻ ᵈ ᵉ ᵃ ᵗ ʰ ˢ ⁻ ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ The tributes would find themselves in darkness. Eyes opened or closed, they would see the same thing. They were disoriented, confused. Why were they here? … And where exactly was here? Reaching out they would find that cold metal encased them, to their front, back, left right… even up and down. Metal. However if they listened hard enough they could here shuffling to their left and right.
Noah, had some way or another capture all of these prisoners, and plunged them down within the nightmarish pages of his precious tome, the Book of Eibon. Now these eleven people stood within eleven metal upright rectangular metal crates. Each box was placed in a circle at an equal distance from each other and a golden cornucopia that was placed in the center, where several different items were placed. An unnoticeable door had been built into each box, and when the time was right, all would slide open perfectly at once. “Good Afternoon…” Noah’s voice greeted smooth and calmly, yet at the same time hardly allowing an ounce of emotion to slip off of his tongue, “You’re probably all wondering why you’re all here…”
All? There were others?
“I had a thought… an Idea… For a… Special, Game,” There was a short pause as he allowed the words to sink into the tributes heads. He knew very well there were a few people here that weren’t exactly the brightest crayons in the box. “…and I am pleased to announce, that you will be the first to participate in my new little experiment.”
With that the doors to the crates slid open with a loud shink all in unison and disappeared into the platform they were constructed on. An intense overwhelming illumination filled each of the tributes crates like the curtain opening, the lights flooding onto the stage, and momentarily blinding the individual. Where there was once pitch black darkness, was now a blinding radiance. “Before you take a step out, I warn you, you’re surrounded by mines. Step out of that box before I give the signal, and your death will come sooner than anticipated.”
What in the world was he talking about?
“My game is simple… Eleven Tributes randomly picked will be put up against each other in this arena I made just for you all in my precious Book of Eibon. You will fight for a prize that is often taken from granted … yet holds so much value for you worms…. Your life, and the extra bonus of glorious place in my collection.”
Gasps could be heard coming from the crates, uneasy shuffling as feet slide across the metal. The tributes’ eyes had adjusted by now, looking across the arena some of them might have even been able to see each other. Some faces were familiar, while others didn’t strike any recognition at all. They would find that Noah was not there in person; Instead, his face was seen high up in the sky, like he was looking down on them all. Were… they in his book?
The Arena was vast, at it appeared as if they really were out in the wilderness instead of encased on some page of his collection. An Artificial sky, with even moving clouds and the panting sun, the landscape was barren where they stood, nothing but dry cracked earth, off to the west was a large forest which varied in elevation and eventually it looked as though a rock cliff started way off in the distance… perhaps there would be caves back there to sleep in. Although Noah surely planned out the arena making sure there wasn’t one for each tribute. To the east, close by to where the crates stood was a rather large lake, and as far as they knew, the only water source in the arena. However, there were ponds and one large stream that ran the entire length of the arena but they were hidden in the forest and might be hard to come by.
On the ground not far from them were eleven items, the objects that were closer to them held lesser value and importance than that of the ones directly in the center of the cornucopia. A three foot by three foot piece of plastic sat closest, followed by a loaf of bread, canteen, flint, a backpack full of who knows what, a rolled up blanket, a larger back pack, bow and arrow, spear, first aid kit, and last but not least a tent that was folded up and stored in a bag tied to a large back pack, which was bigger than the first two.
“You’ll be fending for yourself… The only way to escape to survive, is to kill your opponents, before they kill you.”He grinned at the thought, he almost couldn’t wait to let them free and watch those brave enough to fight over the supplies they would need to survive. Even if he knew some would take it as their advantage to flee and find a safe place to hide.
“I was going to have an introduction for you all… But I’m eager for this to begin…. I’ll let you all get acquainted on your own… So on with the bloodbath… “
The man’s face vanished from the sky, disappearing into the clouds and blue. Leaving behind not a trace that he had ever been there, peering down on them. “Let the games…”, the mines exploded in front of each box. Causing debris to fly up and possibly harm the tribute while also disorienting them with the smoke and dust. “BEGIN!”
Smallest Back Pack Contains:
-Empty Canteen-winter coat-sunblock-Dried Fruit-Jerky-
Medium Back Pack Contains:
-Empty Canteen-Sleeping Bag-Winter Coat-Sunblock-Dried Fruit-Jerky-Loaf of Bread-Knife-First aid kit-
Largest Back Pack That Comes with a Tent attachedContains:
-Full Canteen-Sleeping Bag-Winter Coat-Sunblock-Dried Fruit-Jerky-Loaf of Bread-Knife-First Aid Kit-Flint-
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 4:50 pm
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sporksporksporksporksporksporksporkspork❝C a n i w e i p r e t e n d i i t ' s i a l w a y s i b e e n i o k a y ?
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Spirit Albarn shifted around in his confinement. His eyes failing to adjust to the light, for the mere reason that there was no light where he was. Eyes closed or open, he saw the same thing. The issue was though, how could he tell if his eyes were open or not? Reaching out his palms he could feel a cold metal surface around him, as if he was within a box. He took a shaky breath in, before expelling it out just as uneasily. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
The man could feel his paranoia and fear rising. Sure, he was supposed to be a fearless Deathscythe of the death god, Shinigami-Sama. However, that still didn't prevent him from feeling uncomfortable in a situation as this. It didn't exactly help that he didn't know how he got here... let alone know where here was. His heartbeat was deafening to his ears, and only vaguely could he here the rustling in the metal boxed near him that he didn't even know exsisted. For all he knew, he was alone.
Although, that assumption was quickly proved wrong once hearing a echoing voice begin to explain what exactly was going on. His breath caught in his throat and the man instantly tensed while listening.
The next thing he new, light flooded into the box he was trapped within. yep.. yea, his eyes had been open alright. When the door had fell open the radiance caused him to back up and surprised and sheild his eyes, flinching and raising his arms up in reaction. When at least the scythe's teal eyes adjusted to the light she stared out of his box noticing the people in the other boxes, as well as the cornucopia with the items of all sorts. However, the one thing that caught his attention the most was a young girl with brown pigtails across the way from him.
"Maka...?" The name escaped his lips in a fearful whisper.
They were here to fight to the death? And Maka was here? Who else was all here!? Frantic eyes began to scan the other boxes he could see without taking a step from his own. He saw Soul beside Maka's box, and Kid.. He saw the Thompson Sisters.... and Justin... A lump formed in his throat, threatening to choke him. What... on Earth was this?!
Spirit's eyes quickly adverted up toward the sky where he spotted the face. Noah. This was his fault huh? That would explain why this was such a sick game.
Spirit's eyes narrowed up at the face suspended high within the atmostsphere, his hands balling up into tight fists. However, he remained quiet, making sure he was listening to Noah incase he gave them any hints or clues on what to do... Unfortunately though, none were given.
When at last Noah announced them to begin, Spirit instantly jumped back from the explosion. Debris such as dirt and rocks flew back into his box, colliding him in the face and speckling his clean black jacket with brown specks as well as covering him in a layer of brown dust. He coughed and hacked a moment, trying to rid his lungs of the amout of dirt he had took in thanks to his surprised gasp from the explosion. Then, quickly brushing his disheaveled red hair out of his face Spirit jumped forward and through the cloud of dust clogging the mouth of his box.
Albarn was positive it would be unsafe to burst out of there while his visibility was poor. He didn't have a clue who was all there, and who he might run into once through the settling debris. However, Spirit only had one thing on his mind. Not to grab a backback or item of some sort. No, to get to Maka. To protect her from the possible threats that were thrust into this game just as unexpectedly as he was. "MAKA!" He called out, rushing blindly in the general direction he had seen her. "M-MAKA! WHERE ARE YOU?"
He could feel his fear rising with each beat of his heart.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 6:09 pm
 d⊕ς†⊕r ✖ ƒrαηκεη✖ š†εïη
→ ѕнιвυѕєη'ѕ ѕтяσηgєѕт мєιѕтєя ←
I want to dissect you~♪
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Steadied breathing filled the box- a perfect sound that would mix with how pitch black it was inside the compartment. Franken Stein simply sat, his mind wandering off- where was he? Why was he here? When did he get here? These questions swarmed the scientist's brain aimlessly, urging to find some kind of answer to these questions.
A small bead of sweat slid down the doctor's pale features- eyes swarming around the darkness. Arms outstreched- scanning and running over the area around him. He could nearly feel the possibility of claustrophobia washing over him, causing his stomach to churn, and his brain over washed with the fear of being in such a small space. And if a phobia were to wash over him- maybe even, just maybe- the madness would swarm out much easier. Frankly- it would of been a good time to bring his lighter- even his matches, for some kind of light support to help him overcome this obstacle.
Words quickly engulfed his hearing. Each emotionless word that had penetrated the once silent box sunk into his mind- calculating each sentence. A game? An experiment?A silver eyebrow rose, listening more carefully to the unknown voice that had managed to grasp the scientist's attention.
Thoughts were broken like a train wreck as every single metal door opened- light momentarily blinding the doctor. Eyes snapped shut- his vision trying to get used to the sudden lighting change. Though his vision was temporarily disabled and out of use- Stein's sense of hearing continued to listen to each word the flowed throughout the momentaral darkness.
Mines?
Eyelids rose carefully- Franken's mind still processing the details of this game. To be a part of a collection? Collection... it sounded horribly familiar. With vision back into place- he carefully examined his surroundings- his line of vision was like a scanner, the gears in his mind clicking and turning as every little detail of his surrounding area was speculated. Surprise grew as he saw similar, duplicates of the same box he had been stuck in were placed near his. Though their inhabitants perplexed him, even worried him- as they all contained people he cared about. Well, excluding Justin, and a few others.
Well, at least he had a rough idea of what ever the hell the location he was currently in looked like. The Meister himself was fairly unfamiliar with it- never seeing such a location such as this. Though the inhabitants of the cages...
And then his examination was snapped- perplexion died down, and fret risen. The exact words coursed through his brain countless times, still trying to calculate it. Kill your opponents before they kill you.
The scientist's breathing that had once been paced- with now hurried breaths. He had to kill them? He wouldn't mind Justin- he contained feelings of loathe for the boy- and even wanting to dissect him, cut him open, see how he ticks. But.. his students? What if he were to kill one of them? Remorse would wash over him, given that, but what if that old, pleasurable, bloodlust of a feeling overpowered him? Like it did when he was young? Dormant insanity would wash over- making him a puppet for the madness. To kill everyone in his sight in blind craziness--
Over-analyzing, paranoid thoughts were snapped in half once more as an explosion broke out before him- sending Franken stumbling back into his prison of an open box. Debris rained down upon him- pebbles of sorts, mainly, giving the doctor small bumps and bruises from the given speed at which they had hit him. Dust filled the air- various coughs heard, constantly swatting and waving his hand into the air to clear it. The previous vision of the avid collector raced through his mind. So, Noah was behind this? Stein might have been sadistic himself- but this was mad
Rising to his feet, he stumbled out of the box. Shouts filled his ringing ears- that had cleared up from the sound of mines exploding right before him- and he knew the voice quite well. His ex-weapons. Eyes darted from each box- before falling upon his red-headed partner, "Senpai..!" He called out, stumbling after his partner in an attempt to captivate his attention.
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✖ The doctor is in: I don't even know.... ✖
✖ What's on his mind: Getting Spirit. ✖
✖ Mood: Quite shocked ✖
✖ Music playing in his head: None ✖
✖ Sanity: It's pulsating... trying to push it back. ✖
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:52 pm
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Justin sat there, humming quitely to himself, letting those sort chords he made calm him down. He had long plucked the earbuds from his ears as he found himself submerged in the abysmal cloak of darkness. What was going on? Where was he? Who was he right now? Was he a calm, happy person, or was he a ticking timebomb, ready to explode and spread out his particular infested wave of madness like a vile plague?
Voices. No, one voice. Well, one voice aside from the gasps and mumurs he heard about him. That suited him just fine. That one voice was a familar one. It spoke of a game. It spoke of deaths, and slim odds. It spoke of a glorious spot in his collection. This meant nothing to Justin. Justin, a once loyal lackey of Noah himself, had learned soon enough that by becoming a mere example in Noah's tombed up collection, you basically not only lost your freedom but, eventually, your life.
Such a wonderous thing indeed.
The blast of those henious mines. They were a surprise. The loud blasting cressendo of the deadly game's first few stanzas were truly quite a grandoise, if not superflous, beginning.
Clicking his tongue, Justin braced himself as he tried to adjust to the sudden burst of light that shone down upon them all in a etheral glow. It was warm, inviting, and it caused a smile to creep up on the boy's face.
Slowly he lifted his head and stared out at the people in the cages across from him. Cages. Filled with people. No, not people-- players in this game. This game of life and death. He felt his smirk creep up even more, and his facial features became heavily shadowed as he tilted his head to the side. He found it amusing, at most.
Oh, yes. Who was he? He, today, was the psychotic killer, amused in all notions of madness.
"How the mice are scattered before the lions," Justin softly mumured to himself. He chuckled, then deftly added under his breath, "well, I get to see who is a lion, who is a mouse, and who is a mere rat under the eyes of my beloved God. In his name, I shall purge the vermin he lets me see fit enough to be executed."
Slowly he emerged from the crates. He saw a red head tumble to the ground, screaming out in a panic. 'Maka, Maka' were the racous cries. Spirit Albarn. His gaze flicked down to the scythe, and he felt a bit of sympathy towards the man. He, Justin, may have been reintroduced into the world as a cold blooded killer, but he did think it was sacred for the children of any God to have someone to hug.
He turned away, and saw a flash of white, gray and black. Stein. Suddenly Justin's smirk warped. It became a twisted, deranged snarl. He couldn't control himself. Something in him wanted to grab the man, smash his feeble head against a nearby cage so hard that his head exploded into a fine, red mist. He wanted to gut the man like a pig and throw his innards all around them.
No. Control. He had to control that bloodlusting urge. The snarl wiped itself from his face, and was replaced with a innocent smile. He dusted himself off, finding that the mines had blasted dust upon him. "Such a nuisance," he quitely whispered to himself. He glanced about, and noticed the backpacks lying not to far away. "....Well, I suppose they might come in handy."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:32 pm
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↳xxxxxxxxxxxxFor 800 years, my hatred has steadily intensified ...! ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
... Ow.
What the hell?
It was the first thought that flashed through the chainsaw's mind as he moved a hand to his forehead, grumbling something incomprehensible. Why was his neck hurting so bad? Why was his--
.... Oh.
He was upside-down. Somehow.
And in a .. box?
In a very ... cramped box.
He certainly didn't remember getting in here ... All he remembered was drinking until he eventually passed out in his room the night before ..
Taking a foot and slamming it against the top of the crate, he let out a snarl of frustration before continuing to beat against the cold, hard steel. "OI, GET ME TH' HELL OUTTA HERE, YA FAGS! THIS AIN'T FUNNY, YA GOT ME STUCK ON ********' HEAD!"
Man, how the hell did he even fit in here? His head was tilted to the side at such a weird angle, his arms squished together, his knees resting against one wall, and his feet brushing against the top of the box ... Holy hell.
Silence followed the string of profanities he suddenly shouted, and the thuds of his body hitting the sides of the miniature prison he had been contained in could most likely be heard by some of the other 'tributes.'
"What th' hell, m'killin' whoever ********' did this .." He hissed after a few minutes of thrashing, freezing the moment he heard his "boss" speak. .. A little game? And that game involved shoving the drunk into a box and keeping him in there? "Very ********' funny, Noah, NOW LEMME OUTTA HERE! M'NECK'S GONNA BE SORE FOR DAYS-"
... Did he hear the word mines? And something about his own death? Suddenly, he found himself plastering his body against one wall of the box, squinting once the door to his crate slid open, searching for any sign of the explosives the collector had mentioned. There was no way in HELL he was going to set foot outside of his new little "safe house" now, no matter how bad his neck was cramping at this point.
The chainsaw fell silent (for once) as he listened to Noah drone on and on about his retarded little game, just waiting for his chance to get the hell out of here without being mutilated by the mines positioned outside of his box.
.. Woah, he actually liked the sound of this.
A bloodbath? Killing frenzies?
It was right up his alley. A chance to destroy anyone and everything without consequences, without fear of being reprimanded by his boss ... it was the perfect game for him to compete in.
.. Then again, considering how he had started off ......
Just as Noah demanded that they commence the killing, the explosion screwed up Giriko's position even further, and he lost his balance, falling out of the box and landing face-flat, his head still stuck inside of his "container". A few coughs escaped him as he inhaled some of the dust, pieces of debris bouncing off of his body.
" .. I already ********' hate this game ..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 3:13 pm
 M A K Ax ✗x A L B A R N
↳xxxxxxxxxxxxI'm here to take your soul!! ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ She was unsure of how it had all happen, where it all happen, or even when. As far as she could recollect she had been going about her days and night as normally, doing the things that came like second nature to her by this stage of her life. She could remember waking up, showering and dressing. She was positive she had cooked breakfast for the other member of her household, her partner Soul. Blair had been missing since she had awaken, she couldn't even quite be sure if she had or hadn't seen Soul that day... Today... Whatever it was by now.
No matter what, she was sure those events had gone out like she remembered them, so how had this happen? Gloved hands brushed the cold steel walls of her container, searching desperately for some sort of switch, handle, button, anything which she could possibly use to find some sort of escape from the cramped walls of this miniature prison she had been placed in. Her search went unrewarded as all she felt was the flat surfaces, even as her hands moved above her head for the ceiling, and with some effort, the floor she stood upon. She felt nothing, she saw nothing.
She was... Completely trapped? But how--
It seemed all most an ironic cue for the sound of that vile voice to fill her ears then. Automatically she had straighten her posture, staring into the pitch black, as if some monster breathing brim stone and fire had suddenly taken over her vision as she listen to Noah's voice, but even as she listen, it didn't seem possible,
He'd captured her?
No, he'd captured more than just her. There were multiple people here. And they were all here for some sick game? Who else had he taken? What was that b*****d trying to do this time? Her fingers twitched as rage built up deep within her, making them coil into a tight ball while her teeth gritted as she tried to focus on his summary of things. Eventually, her fists began to pound onto one of the walls of the container, yelling within it as she tried to force her way out to find the a** who'd taken them all and punch his lights out the moment she caught sight of him.
Unfortunately, the moment the door seem to sink into the plat forming, letting the bright light flood into the retina of her eyes, forcing them to snap shut, her plans from outrage were thrown aside as her fists loosen, arms bending up in front of her face to help keep out the light. "[b*****d" was mumbled beneath her breathe as she slid her arms away, slowly squinting her eyes open, letting them adjust to the new wave of lighting before letting them open completely, blinking away a few of the remnants of blurry vision from her eyes as she casually rubbed at each eye in it's own time, looking around from the inside of her now open prison.
Her calm physique did not last long, not as her eyes caught who else was exactly around her. Suddenly a wave of uneasiness hit her as she realized, while a few faces were unrecognizable to her, there were plenty that she knew, knew very well. The first thing she noticed was her partner in a container not to far from her, considering she had been captured, it was a bitterly logical to see him captured to. As her eyes zoomed tot he next containers, her hands now pressed against the sides of her box as she noticed teammates, Kid-kun, Liz and Patti. Even more shocking, she saw her FATHER there, she was pretty sure she had spotted her beloved teacher, Stein as well.
her mouth gaped at this, instantly, before she even bothered to notice anyone else that was there, she raised a foot to rush out for them, a shout dying on her tongue as her hands tensed against the smooth walls to hold her in place as she the warning of mines raised red flags in her brain.
What the hell was this? Why did he had them all here? What he honestly expecting them all to just go after each other like barbarians in some hideous bloodbath?! Was this man even human to desire such a thing...!?
Her fingers painfully pushed against the metal of the walls as she continued to hold herself steady within her prison, eventually swinging her leg back to begin to step away from the opening and to the safety of the background of the box, if one could even call it safety. She narrowed her eyes out the opening as she continued to listen to Noah, taking in his guidance carefully. She'd find the others, they'd group and get out of there. She wasn't going to play into his hands and battle anyone she didn't have to. And by the sounds of this damn game, there was going to be someone, and somethings out there she was going to have to battle for the sake of her life, and the ones she wanted to protect.
She turned her head away from the opening as an explosion filled her ears, her eyes squeezed shut as she pressed her left cheek and back against the back wall, as her hearing went out from the enormous noise. It quickly return to her, and she forced her body off the wall fast as she realized this game of Noah's had begun. She wasn't as fast to rush out as a moment ago, however. She stood in place at the very end of the box, not bothering with the rubble from the earlier explosion on her clothes as she began to cough at the intake of dirt she breathed in, forcing her to lift her right palm to try and filter the air through her palm while she attempted to peer through the filth hovering in the air.
. . . Nothing.
All visibility was gone. Wonderful.
her gloved hand slowly slid from her lips as she continued to examine the area before her, the clouds of dirt. As she studied, she knew she could hear her Papa calling out to her and her chest tensed knowing it. That idiot, if he didn't stay quiet he was going to get himself caught by something...! She couldn't admit the fact she was actually extremely worried about her father in this situation, she was undoubtedly as worried about him as he was for her.
"PAPA!" It was risky, but she shouted back. She hadn't wanted to give away her position in all this anymore than she had to. "Papa... Papa hang on! Get somewhere safe!"
She couldn't go to him now, not yet. As much as she would have liked to make sure that foolish father of hers, death scythe or not, was more secure she had to do this right... She closed her eyes briefly upon that thought, taking in a slow, calm breathe.
Okay . . .
Her eyes snapped open a second later, her pupils having shrunk down to the center of her eyes while she scanned the area in a new way. Like a pebble thrown in the center of a lake, her Soul Perception rippled out from her being and into the area, searching for any and all the wavelengths she could to try and get a fair location of anyone she could. There were some wavelengths she couldn't quite lock on, some that made a cold chill run up her spleen and others she knew all to well. First thing was first, she had to get to Soul. Neither of them stood a chance without the other, neither of them stood a chance of saving anyone else without the other.
There was no way she was letting someone else get to him before she did. The supplies she saw earlier would have to come after, if someone she knew had taken them, than hopefully there would be enough to share, if not...
They'd just have to fight for them, an idea she wasn't exactly looking forward to, not when getting an injury could be like a death sentence here. She rushed out of her prison, making a beam-line for where she had sensed Soul's wavelength. She'd have to hope Stein-Hakase caught her father before he got himself killed. She had a feeling Kid would do the same as her and make a straight line for his partners as well. They could group up after that. Either way, there was absolutely no way she was becoming a corpse in this place, not her, not Soul, not her Papa, not Kid, his partners and not her teacher... None of them..! ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
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