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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 2:43 pm
Disclaimer: Reaction to character death, mentions of blood and gore, and profanity.It all happened too fast for Sarras to keep up. The smell of blood was overwhelming now, even for him, and Mistral's shouts only pushed his mind deeper into unfathomable panic, something that he never found himself coping with before. He had been on bad hunting trips, he had been in bad situations, but this...
Mistral's shouts implied that she was watching, or listening, or <******** aware of what was going on but she was no where to be seen. Was she helping? Was she doing anything? Was she capable of helping? If so, why? Why didn't she?
There was no time to think on this. Thanks to Falias' efforts, the lights went back on, but there was nothing to rejoice about. Pigfarts' screams hit his ears from his left, coming from the rotating gears- she had crawled into the gears! "NO, turn them off! Turn-"
Too late. He didn't need to see her to know what happened, and the arm that flung out, the device still clutched in the Mars' knights fingers, offered little comfort for him. In fact, he hardly even noticed it, as Hollow Bastion was the next to fall, the shards ravaging his body- how the hell-how was he spared?! Sarras watched, staring with wide, horrified crimson eyes as Hollow Bastion fell dead at his feet, clueless to what the old man's final thoughts would be when the reaper took him. Would he blame them? Would he blame Sarras?
Suddenly, the illumination of the room was nothing more than a curse, as Sarras could see why Burj and Hogwarts went silent. Their blood soaked bodies laid next to a figure, a figure that wasn't there before, and Isengard and Menae's words fell on deaf ears to Sarras. One questioned it, one proclaimed it a monster, and Sarras stepped over the device that Pigfarts' sacrificed herself for, charging straight for the unknown figure and his fists curled and ready to fight. He didn't need a weapon- he had once snapped a deer's neck when it threatened him and his hunting party, he snapped a Negaverse officer's neck. This <********> lured the knights in and slaughtered them mercilessly. This <********> was going to PAY.romeo wilco Sarras is going to attack the figure.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 2:55 pm
YOU HAVE TRIGGERED A DEADLY TRAP!
GORE WARNING Menae's shouts and Sarras's threats are for naught. Isengard, who had reached out to the girl with kind words, is caught in that glowing gaze. Faster than any human could move, the girl ducks around Sarras and jabs her fist into Isengard's throat, slides her other hand up into the Mercury Page's hair, and holds fast as she continues past. The illusion blurs and fades, leaving the figure revealed at last, just as it tears Isengard's head clean off. It cradles the Page's head in its hands for a long moment, head tilted down as if looking at it. Then it drops, the head rolling two feet before coming to a stop. "You are not Mistral," it says from everywhere. "You are intruders." Isengard Page has died. Stari_maga, please post your death solos here, and thank you for playing!
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 3:18 pm
Menae had discovered that, with five of their number dead - with only her, and Sarras, and Falias left, now that the figure had utterly slaughtered Isengard - she was out of tears, and out of fear. She was fifteen years old, and she was probably going to die here, and the only reason she was not fine with that was because it would mean poor Tristan was all alone.
That didn't mean she couldn't keep fighting, in her small way.
"Mistral!" The figure's mention of the owner of this labyrinth had sparked an idea in her. "Mistral, can you shut this thing down? Or tell it we're authorized? It might listen to you!"romeo wilco MISTRAL, WE HAVE A PROBLEM
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 3:50 pm
Content Warning: This post is a reaction post to character deaths. Warning for gore, death and bloodThe voice calling out to them that they had to get the lights back on had been redundant, as the click sound (well make that more of a crunch sound), had been followed by the lights suddenly flickering back on.
The lights weren't the only thing that switched back on, as with the wrenching sound of metal on metal the machine switched back on, followed by a female voice screaming out that she was in the machine.
He heard the red-haired Page (Sarras) yelling at him to turn the machine off , although Falias hadn't needed telling, his green eyes panicked as he scooped up the two pieces of remote from off the floor and tried frantically and then desperately to mash the buttons on first one part and then the other. As his mind chanted the words Work. Work. Work. "Work!" over and over, unaware of the fact that at some point he'd started screaming the word out loud.
Then with a sickening crunch the awful screams from within machine finally cut off as something fell to land near his feet with a mixture of wet plop and metallic clang.
He didn't want to look down - really, really didn't want to look down - but he did so anyway and felt the gorge rise in his throat as he saw the severed hand of the Mars Squire (Pigfarts) curled round the part that they had come to find, saw the mangled bracer...
His stomach heaved again and he looked away, only to spot more bodies - the Uranus Page (Burj Khalifa), the Page with the stick (Hogwarts) and the other old man Page (Hollow Bastion) - wherever he looked, all he could see was dead bodies.
It was the little Mercury Page (Menae) that snapped him out of it, his green eyes looking dully at the metallic part, the thrice cursed and damnable part, but eventually he took it and after another moment even managed to get out a nod.
It was a lie, Falias having reached the point where he didn't think he was going to make it out and a part of him deciding it was karma given that he'd been directly responsible for the Mars Squire's death. The red-haired Page was charging at the figure on the ground and Falias made his decision - even if he didn't get out he was going to do what he could to get the two surviving kids (Menae and Isengard) out.
But his promise to himself was broken almost as soon as he made it, as the figure somehow managed to get past the charging red-haired Page and lunged for one of the school kid pages (Isengard), the half-strangled "No!" that was torn from his throat one of denial as the thing reached out and tore the Page's head clean off.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 12:00 am
romeo wilco YOU HAVE TRIGGERED A DEADLY TRAP!
YOU HAVE RETRIEVED THE DEVICE PIECE!
GORE WARNING Menae shouts the name of the labyrinth, and the figure's head... such as it is... swivels towards her, a slow too-smooth turn. And it rockets forward, evading any attempt to stop it, and slams its shoulder into Menae's gut, pinning her between it and the wall. With one hand, claws rescinded, around her neck, it begins to methodically, and quickly, slam her into the wall-- and then a voice intercedes. "Stop," shouts Mistral Page. "Stop it!" The figure stops and turns to look for the source of the voice. "Just stop it," she sobs, "just go, get lost, never--never ever--" The figure drops Menae's limp form, and as quickly as it attacked and killed most of the party, it scampers off through the door into Room One. Menae Page has died. Songstress Kitsune, please post your death solo here, and thank you for playing!Falias and Sarras, please proceed to Level 0: Lobby to hand in your device! Congratulations on your survival.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 6:53 am
Warning: Death and Gore
Everyone else was acting like the thing was definitely a monster, definitely a trap, and definitely going to kill them. Isengard couldn't argue with that, but the held onto the tiniest bit of hope when it met her gaze instead of the others. She was sobbing, still, she was panicked, she couldn't manage the tiniest smile, the tiniest gesture of friendliness, but she held onto hope.
"Please," she whispered, begging.
She didn't have time to say anything more. Even her scream, which started when the thing charged her and the last of her hope died was muted when the it slammed its fist into her throat and stopped when it snapped her neck and tore through her vocal chords.
That was how she died, with no time to finish her scream or say anything important or reminisce about how beautiful the world was one last time. Really, though, it meant she was one of the lucky ones.
It meant it hadn't hurt for long.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 9:38 am
Death Solo - CW: Blood, goreMenae felt her heart sink when there was no response. And then the figure turned, and stared at her, and she knew.
"Fine," she said, squaring herself, "come and get me, you artificial son of a b***h." She couldn't think of another time when she'd cursed, or when she'd felt quite so strong and brave.
And it came, and she was slammed back against the wall, struggling the entire time. The girl kicked and flailed and pushed, but the thing was implacable, repeatedly ramming her again and again and again into the wall. She was dizzy after the first hit, but she still managed to yell to Falias and Sarras.
"Go! Go while it's distracted!" If they died, too, then it was all a waste - but if they ran, if they got out and got the device piece to Mistral and everything was better because of it, then she would have done something really worthwhile in her last moments. Worth more than any scribbled invention, or clever hypothesis, or well-done science experiment.
It kept coming, and blood trickled down the back of Menae's neck. Her vision began to blur, and were her brains, her most precious attribute, not actively being scrambled, she might have considered what medical knowledge she had to figure out how long her struggles could go for.
She fought until she could fight no more, until the light died in her eyes and her body went limp.
Mistral's cry for it to stop came too late, and when the figure released her, Menae crumbled to the ground, blood pooling on the floor around her and staining the white of her uniform.
She was gone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:40 pm
Content Warning: This post is a reaction post to a previous character's death (Menae). Warning for gore, blood and death
The small Mercury Page (Menae), had yelled something, but Falias hadn't really paid attention as he stared glassy eyed at the headless body that had once been a Mercury Page.
Then he remembered the other Page, started to turn towards her. He had been so useless at everything else, but her - he was going to make sure she got out - that she made it.
Then he saw the the figure swivel and turn it's murderous attention towards the small school kid Page, his legs moving into action.
Not her too
He ran after the figured, even as the small Mercury Page squared herself as if facing an opponent in a ring and told the thing to come at get her.
Not her too
As if in slow motion he saw the figure pick up the small Page and slam her against the wall, heard her yell out to him and the red-haired Page to run before the thing lifted her struggling body up and once again slammed her against the wall.
He ran forward, images of the little Page struggling as the murderous continued to slam her into the wall branding themselves into his mind, unaware of the tears wetting his cheeks as he tried helplessly, futilely to reach her.
Then a voice crackled out over the speakers and yelled for the thing to stop and miraculously it did, it's head swivelling as if trying to seek out the source of the voice and then it suddenly dropped the Page and scampered off through the door to gods knew where.
Falias ignored it, instead approaching the little Page lying limp and still on the floor.
Too late - he'd been too late, just as he'd been for the other Mercury Page (Isengard).
Too late. Too late. Too late his mind sang.
The device piece that had been in his hand earlier was on the floor although for the life of him Falias couldn't remember dropping it and beyond that he could see the Pluto Page's effects - the wallet, the keys and the wedding band. Could hear the Old Man Page's voice in as he directed the small beam of light from his little flash light over first the ring and then the wallet telling them to take the ring to the address in the wallet and to the give the ring to his wife.
The red-haired Page (Sarras) had made light of the older Page's comments and Falias had joined in, had told the Pluto Page that they were all going to come out just fine.
Too late. Too late. Too late his mind sang again, the words mocking.
Reaching out numbly he scooped up first wallet and then ring and slipped them into his pocket.
Then he turned, he couldn't see the red-haired Page (Sarras), but he could see another exit to the ones that they'd come into and murderous figure had scampered off into and thought he could hear footsteps walking down that way.
He stepped towards the exit, his path taking him by the device piece sitting on the ground with the fine misting of blood on the top and the Mar Squire's severed hand still gripping it almost like some sort of macabre handle and for a moment he almost left it.
Until he heard the little school kid Mercury Page killing him to make sure it got out. The little Mercury Page who was now lying limp and motionless along with the rest of the knights.
Finally he knelt and after some moments managed to pry the hand off the device piece, pausing to hurl the test tube that he'd picked up from one of the rooms against the wall.
Then he turned and walked for the exit and as he did the voice in his mind continued to sing Too late. Too late. Too late.
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