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| What Is Worth Fighting For?; Derge, Maya, Artemis, Zeak, Demetri, Goose, Guinevere, Roland, Fran, Gab, the Taylor Siblings vs Mercutio | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 14 2017, 12:28 AM (9,281 Views) | |
| Reggie | Dec 14 2017, 12:28 AM Post #1 |
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God of Destruction
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The rest of the kids had left and the rest of whose left were gathered round. Demetri, Maya, Hiko, Glenn, Rolph, Assalire, Roland, Derge, Lei, Artemis, Fran, Gabrielle, the Negan Siblings stood squarely in front of Mercutio and he would speak with a soft tone and a calm demeanor. "Those of you whom don't wish to die. I'd leave now." he offered calmly, staring at the group of people before him. |
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| CrabSage | Dec 14 2017, 12:48 AM Post #2 |
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ABS Master Memesmith
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Rosa knew he was serious. After what had happened over just the past few hours she had no doubt he intended to kill them. But what other options did she have? She was going to be trapped on this island full of maniacs with her brother or she could try to fight against Mercutio and get some kind of reward. Maybe if they beat him, the man would let the survivors go. The white-haired girl shuttered at the thoughts of earlier today. She would have to be strong for her brother. Gulping, the child resolved herself to fight. For once in her life, she would face something head-on. Stretching up to be of equal height with her brother she whispered to him, "I d-don't wanna die. But I don't wanna just sit around and be stuck here. Negan, can we please fight?" One of her hands stayed tight around his. She would be ready to fuse with her older brother at a seconds notice if the fight was sudden. She would be strong for Negan. Together they could survive. It was all about what the others orphans did. She was afraid of even looking at some of them, but others didn't seem that bad. |
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| Prizoner | Dec 14 2017, 01:07 AM Post #3 |
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Fran had survived the fight with the boy who had called himself Eizen von Eizen. She was not a victor, nor did she have to show conviction in order to kill him and they both seemed to be spared. This in her mind proved her belief that he had a deep sense of compassion despite a few more people winding up dead. She did not know exactly what all had happened when she awoke with others around her in a similar state. Although moments ago she believed herself covered in some sort of white goo she seemed perfectly fine now. She had tons of questions to ask and no idea where to start as the other kids seemed to be taken away somewhere. She waved weakly as the other kids were walked away while she was apparently left behind with a few others to speak with Mercutio in some capacity. She had so much to ask him and did not know what to start with but apparently this was not the time to do it. As he spoke, his demeanor was calm and soft, but his words were so serious it caught her a bit off guard. It was not like she wished to die or anything. In all honesty she wanted to live a lot, but given all that had happened she was not willing to just stop at this point. Fran needed to see this through to the end and truly understand what his greater good was. She stepped forward resolving herself as she did knowing that this might be reckless and stupid, but it was what she needed to do to understand why all this death was needed. "I shwall fwight wiff you!" she said towards the two siblings of which one of them said they would fight. She believed that she was ready for what he was going to do with her, but despite her resolve she was still utterly terrified knowing what he could do if he really wanted to hurt her. She was trusting in his idea of a greater good and risking it all to get some answers and some peace. |
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| BlenderMutt | Dec 14 2017, 01:21 AM Post #4 |
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King of Free-form
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The small stony girl stood beside her fellow orphans, her perpetual smile had faded, the lingering horrors of that last dream still lingering in the back of her mind. Looking to each side, she noticed her foe was not present, had it all been real? Did he really die like that? The sensation of the severed limb going limp inside her still haunted her thoughts. Part of her wanted to press on, to keep fighting, to impress her savior... But her heart just wasn't in it anymore. Turning around from the others, she moved out of range of the ensuing battle. She didn't have anywhere else to go, Daddy was dead, she was in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps her savior would find a use for her, until then she was in dire need of a nap and a hug. [Hiko Is Out!] |
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| Brisk | Dec 14 2017, 01:25 AM Post #5 |
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Haru trudged out onto the field, his small foot hitting the floor. It had all been a dream, they told him— He had been put into a state of strange dreaming. Everything about it was an illusion. The forest, the fish, the hunger, the flight. Everything had been an illusion— Except his injury. Apparently, midway through the illusionary fight the girl had leapt forwards in her sleep, digging her sharp insectoid fangs into his neck. Haru was only a boy: his tender twig of a neck took hard damage from the bite. Moments later, he woke from the illusion and found himself being tended to by strange people. But when they asked him to talk, his mouth stayed shut. In fact, the small african boy kept entirely to himself for the quiet fifteen minutes. They told him to stay put. But Haru had never been one to listen to the people who told him to do things that he didn’t understand. He followed his instinct. And his instincts lifted the injured boy to his feet, trudging one foot in front of the other, following the children around him onto the field. The boy was still entirely silent. He was one of the smallest orphans, standing at only four feet and six inches tall. The twelve year old boy looked up at the twenty something man, red energy swirling around him. Haru’s mind flickered back and forth— He remembered the bolt of red energy he saw right before he entered the dream. He remembered the red energy that surrounded him and the girl, granting them flight. And he remembered the screeching crimson flash that filled the sky as he stood outside the African stadium— And the final shriek of his sister’s last breath. Haru’s fist clenched, and the boy looked down, teeth slammed together. His eyes were locked on the ground, focusing on a rock, a blade of grass— Anything to distract him from the twelve year old fury welling up inside of him. Every second he kept himself from crying, it felt like his chest was going to collapse inwards. The man spoke calmly, offering up death— The same death Haru had witnessed what felt like only moments earlier— The death of his sister. The boy kept silent, and kept his head down as his neck throbbed. He was filled with stubbornness: The stubbornness of a twelve year old, and the stubbornness of a desperate avenger. "Neck Damage"
Edited by Brisk, Dec 14 2017, 02:15 AM.
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| Will | Dec 14 2017, 01:40 AM Post #6 |
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Will
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Negan looked down at his sister, shocked. He had not expected his sister to want to stay and fight. Initially he also wanted to fight but was scared of dragging his sister into it. He held her close and stared at Mercutio. He was determined to live. Even if this guy was way stronger than he or Rosa could have ever hoped to be, he would fight. He and Rosa would prove to Mercutio that they were more than just scared kids; either that or they would die trying. Regardless of their fate, Negan would stay with Rosa no matter what. What kind of brother would he be if he didn't stand by his sister? "Yes, Rosa. We can stay." He said, holding her tightly. "We're staying here." He declared to Mercutio. He may have been scared but he wasn't just going to walk away from this and lose his only chance at an actual life. As far as he was concerned, if he didn't fight for what he wanted then live just wasn't worth living. |
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| JustInTime | Dec 14 2017, 01:44 AM Post #7 |
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Roland’s lifeless eyes looked to meet with the eyes of the orphans, trying to gauge how the others that he presumed had been in his same position were holding up. Now that the fight was over, the nothingness had returned, and he was back to his apathetic state. His success in his prior encounter had not been as savory as he had envisioned. Despite Glory’s death, he did not receive any gratification or sense of accomplishment from it. He wanted to belong to a higher purpose, not senseless killing, and that was why he had once more returned to the state he had been. There was a great deal of confusion in his mind, his newfound admiration for Mercutio was for all logical reason unjustified, but he could not help but feel his heart racing as Mercutio spoke to them. He studied Crimsoul's motions, and almost unwillingly assumed his same idle posture. The concept of performing a task with the probability of dying had become their new normal, a fate he had accepted in their prior test, so why stop now? He had already killed another for the very same reason. He stepped forward and nodded his head, motioning that he too was in. Perhaps what he wanted to feel would come to him in the next step of their little game. |
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| BigGuava | Dec 14 2017, 01:55 AM Post #8 |
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Honk.
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The small goose could be seen right behind the stumbling ant-child, angrily waving his hands amidst a cacophony of honks and squawks. "Dag gum it child! I told you to stay put! I turn my back for one cotton pickin' minute, and ya done run off on me! The Goose would stop in his tracks, realizing he could probably swim in the tension within the group. While he hadn't heard the crimson leader's initial disclaimer, it wasn't as if he couldn't read the room. Well, try not and kill 'em Big Red. Little feller still ain't patched all the way up from gettin' bit. Still no clue what's goin' on, but you need me to stay put? Or heck, it's prolly best for me to yank him back to the ward." |
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| Brisk | Dec 14 2017, 02:14 AM Post #9 |
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Haru kept facing forwards, not turning back to acknowledge the loud goose with the American accent. Although the bird had healed him only dozens of minutes earlier, Haru had not taken kindly to the attempts to make him stay put. The ant-boy acted off of his own instinct, and his instinct would not allow him to wallow in his pain or sit on his ass. As the goose kept on jabbering, the four foot six boy crossed his arms, staring down at the dirt below with a childish determination, remaining steadfast. No matter what anyone said, the stubborn african would not be dissuaded. At the final sugguestion of removing the boy, Haru swallowed his saliva and grunted under his breath. All anyone would be able to see was Haru's shaggy mohawk shift left and right as the boy shook his head. He spoke for the first time since he awoke, with shockingly explosive taciturnity— “No.” "Neck Damage"
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| DwagonKitsune | Dec 14 2017, 03:02 AM Post #10 |
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Light. Beautiful, glorious sunlight. It was the first thing Artemis had noticed when she opened her eyes from that nightmare. That horrible, all encompassing darkness was gone, replaced by the stunning sun shining above her. The little dragon swore she'd never take such light for granted. She opened her wings slightly, allowing the rays to warm her dark feathers. Her head tilted up for a second, long neck stretched towards the heavens, as she gave silent thanks to whatever for getting out of that hell hole. The little dragon dropped her head down, paying wary attention to Mercutio. The reality that they would have to fight him now started to sink in. Artemis grabbed at the earth beneath her feet, kneading it in her rising anxiety. The flashes of crimson that killed everyone danced around the other now, taunting the little dragon with the knowledge that no matter how hard any of them tried, they'd never win. And yet, that did not stop some from deciding to fight. A little girl, who clung to her older brother. An injured boy who tailed a duck, or goose, Artemis wasn't too sure. And many others who seemed confused, hurt, terrified. 'Just like me' her inner thoughts whispered. Young children, their parents slaughtered, but not willing to sit idle and wanting to make something of themselves. Artemis padded up to stand near the others. She chirped her confirmation, not too sure anyone around her would know sign language, or even speak english. Still, the little dragon raised up on her hind legs, freeing up her front so that she could sign "I Fight". Her crest of feathers rose up as she tried to make herself look as fierce as a foot tall dragon could. Despite that, her tail was curled tightly around her body and her talons dug into the earth, a clear sign of her nervousness. |
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| LukaLuka | Dec 14 2017, 03:59 AM Post #11 |
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Mech Obsessed
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Glenn's memory was still more or less of a blurr. She remembered the events prior, the massacre of orphans that she..wasn't sure actually happened now? It was all strange, it made her dizzy when she thought of it. The fight she was in was still clear on her mind, the way her heart pumped and how tense her muscles were, how tired they felt after swinging her wings about. She'd need to work out, get some muscle on her after this. If she survived that was. For here stood the man she could focus all her rage on, all her hate. For him, and for herself, as the man who she viewed as a monster showed her first hand how far she could detach herself. The people around her seemed so young, too young to be here. They should be home, at play, with their families. Not here, not in this nightmare. But she knew that this was their reality now, much as it was her's. She only saw two boys taller than her, but aside from them she assumes she was one of the older people here. Though she had no interest in playing mother hen to the group, a part of her wished the younger ones could be left out of it but there was no time, no sense in dwelling on it. They survived their own battles Guinevere assumed, they earned the right to be here. The steel peahen resolved to fight, she felt no fear or hesitation even if she should have, she was too angry, to hellbent on taking the life of the man before them or losing her own trying. It didn't matter to her, if she lived or died here. She took a step forward, her talon digging into the dirt as she moved to the side, her eyes locked with the crimson souls. She recalled the images in her mind of him slaughtering many of them with a point of his finger. She wasn't sure if that actually happened now, but it was all the info she had to go off. Standing in a group felt like a bad idea to her, slowly moving away to the right slightly, away from the others. Only by a few meters as she was unaware of how large the man's radius actually was. Guinevere was perfectly aware how not strong she was, but she resolved to take this man's life before losing her's. To fight tooth and nail till her own life was gone. "Anata o koroshimasu. I will kill you." she said simply. She stretched out her arms, her wings spreading out as she prepared to do battle, accepting death as long as she could at least give the man a few good hits before she goes. Maybe she could be back to her gentler self in the afterlife, if nothing else. |
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| Cobdogred | Dec 14 2017, 04:34 AM Post #12 |
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Since the moment Derge awoke from his dream he had gone to gather information. The other orphan he had fought was on the island and he was dead. All he could do now was wait and listen. He wondered around listening in on the conversations and mumblings of the children being held captive on the island. Most of them had a similar experience to his, there seemed to be two common outcomes. One child killed the other and woke up or one child beat the other and both awoke. There was no way all of what had happened was a coincidence. It was someone's quirk at work, that much was obvious. The red light and the blast the killed all of the diplomats back in Africa. Back in Africa? Were they truly out of the continent, where were they now? Derge spent his entire life in pursuit of knowledge to figure out why things happened. Why his adoptive father would abuse him? It was just one of the many questions Derge had in life that he had looked into. It was irritating to be in place and surrounded by so many questions he couldn't answer. The same man, the man Derge presumed was behind it all came to speak with them again. Back down and live to see another day, more like back down and live like a slave on the island for the rest of their lives. The fact that the man was giving them the option, combined with the fact he allowed more than one child to survive their dream battles meant whoever this guy was wasn't directly trying to kill them. If at all possible Derge assumed the man with the crimson energy would keep them alive. They were resources after all, for the ones that didn't want to fight they could be manual labor and for the ones that took him up on the offer to fight; it was simple, they would be his military power. Using a bunch of broken and vulnerable orphans as resources to build a civilization of his very own. It was an incredible plan, one that Derge could emphasize with. A ting of anger flared up inside him for a moment before subsiding. Derge had killed the other orphan. It wasn't so much that he had killed the boy but rather that he hadn't figured things out. Derge could have used the other boy in the upcoming battle. Better yet, the upcoming test. A few of the orphans had spoken up already, confirming one way or another. Fight or stay, it was that simple. Some of what Derge has presumed seemed to be confirmed when the goose came out. It appeared the crimson man was indeed in charge and by extension responsible for everything that was happening. Derge wished he could coordinate, and get an idea of what everyone's abilities were. He doubted the crimson man would allow them to do such a thing. "I'll fight with you. However, I request that you give us some time to coordinate in private before starting," he said with little hope for a positive response. Summary
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| Slam | Dec 14 2017, 05:08 AM Post #13 |
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Gabrielle stood with several other young men and women, staring at the man who'd murdered her father and put her in this horrific situation. It took her a few seconds to mentally translate his words and understand them but once she realized what he'd said she stared at him in disbelief. Was he saying she could just leave? How could that be? He'd kidnapped all these people and had them fight with one another just to end up letting them walk away? No, there had to be something more to this. "I don't believe you." She responded in French, unsure as to whether or not she'd be understood but not really caring. She didn't think she'd just be allowed to leave and go home just like that. Gabrielle looked around and, though she couldn't really understand what some were saying, saw that most of the other people had decided to fight as well. She'd witnessed firsthand just how strong this man was and wasn't even sure whether or not all their powers combined would be enough to beat him, but she thought declining his challenge might be more dangerous than accepting. Forming the same icy flower shield that she'd used in her fight with the mermaid girl, Gabrielle held up her left forearm in front of her as she anticipated an attack to come at any moment. She thought about her father and the girl she'd just killed. Both had died because of this man and thinking this made Gabrielle feel both afraid and angry at he who stood there billowing crimson mist. She was going to pass his sick test and find a way home to her brother and sister. Gabrielle stood stock still, waiting for the fight to begin. Summary |
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| Casshern | Dec 14 2017, 06:53 AM Post #14 |
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Chad
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What is worth fighting for? Demetri had followed the group to an undisclosed location on the island, only to be met with a warning of what was to come if they had chosen to stay. Giving Mercutio a piercing stare, the boy readied himself for what was to come, assuming his staying there was enough of an answer. After all that had happened, Demetri could not find it within himself to walk away. He had to challenge this man, right here, right now. summary
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| Wolf | Dec 14 2017, 05:46 PM Post #15 |
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Bittersweet: Resolve of Africa Maya having been out of her trance for quite some time had sniffed around at the other orphans. From Haru to the Negan twins, she had been traversing on all fours sniffing their different aromas as she had finished her fight a bit early. She didn't fully grasp what was going on at all as her sprawled out ebony strands rested along her mocha skin. For awhile she sat cross legged, watching the others as they each came out of their trances. She thought to herself how young some of the children were compared to her, especially the Negan twin little girl. She never got too close to any of them and even at one point was just sitting down staring at the kids and Mercutio. She continued watching them until all of the Orphans who were still on the island regained their mental fortitude about them. The crimson avatar that stood before them gathered them all around and began speaking in a direct tone, utilizing simple words she was able to get the general gist of what he was saying. "...you...don't wish to die...leave now" His words pierced the hearts of those surrounding Maya. Some even decided it was best to leave and take his advice. They were slaves to the automation of their conscious mind. Mostly everyone else stood able-bodied or even tearing up at the very notion that despite all the emotional traumatic experiences they've been through, they'd have to claw up more hell just to get to normalcy. However it was still a choice and one of the sturdiest looking orphans immediately took her time out to leave as some of the more fragile ones continued to combat mentally with themselves how they felt about everything going on around them. She glanced over to see one of the children taking no time to put up a barrier and Maya couldn't do anything but suck her teeth slightly thinking to herself, 'Icamacc...' thinking that any defenses would just delay the inevitable. She did not look away or close her eyes when she witnessed the man's superiority in Africa. She had never seen raw power like that before. She couldn't imagine that any of his abilities wouldn't just outright eclipse any meager skills they had. He just simply had that air about him. Similar to some of the bosses she met out in the dunes, but his aura was different. He wasn't showboating or just picked on the children as he saw fit, funnily enough, he could've just killed them while they were in the trances, but he didn't. It was that realization that her eyes shined brilliantly and a smile formed on her face and across her lips. She couldn't understand some of the other kids, but she knew one thing. He rewarded them with a new chance at life and just like the boy she had consumed, it was time to reward him with death. It was just the cycle of life at work again, she licked her lips before immediately amassing slime around her form. She went to all fours again, her knuckles grazing the earth below her as she kept squatted down allowing the slime to amass itself around her. Her once caramel skin turning into a void like crimson, similar to the mist that was surrounding them while everyone was in their trance. She growled lightly underneath her breath, she wanted to survive beyond anything else and his words were ominous (at least what she could understand). She didn't want to die, but she only knew how to go through her problems. Maya quickly sprung at him, dashing low to the ground as fast as she could while her slime followed with her own manipulation, she would not hesitate like the other children, she knew her answer. "E femm hud tea! I will... LIVE!" she shrieked as a banshee would. Her heavy African accent still revealing itself even with her broken English. After secreting all that goo she would immediately after dashing throw her arms across her face, her slime moving faster than it did while fighting that boy at any point, all heading straight for Mercutio. It was time to pull out all the abilities she could. She saw his immense power before, defenses would mean nothing, their screams would mean nothing. If they stayed, it would solely be a matter who as going to make that difference. Who's will to live was strongest? She understood the same thing that Mercutio knew before this all started. Their flailing, whimpers and crying was as significant as lint or an insect. Something to just ignore or cease OOC Information
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