Fandom Royale

[Atomyk]

Gazebo

Erin & Daisy

Despite its high altitude in comparison to the surrounding area, the two women had decided on staking out the gazebo in shifts throughout the night, ensuring one of them was always on the watch for possible danger. Though a tense stand-off had occurred between them, neither woman wanted to be the first to start the plethora of killing that was seemingly inevitable to come. So, an alliance had been struck, though it was a tender one at best. It was hard for anyone to fully trust another in a game such as this, but for these two women in particular, trust had become an incredibly difficult thing to achieve.

As for the act of killing itself, Erin had been ambivalent about the whole thing, even if it was something she knew - she absolutely knew - she could do if she had to. The first death meant no one had to die for the first day, but that didn't mean her fellow contestants would decide to wait things about before they started playing to win. No one could blame her for trying to keep her distance on the gazebo, even if nothing ultimately came of it. She'd been unsure how to assure Daisy she wasn't planning to play, but she had offered her crossbow to the other woman for the times when she would be on watch. After all, it wasn't like they could threaten someone with dynamite reliably, especially with no actual means to light it.

Now that it was morning, the two women sat in contemplative silence. A monitor was perched on one of the gazebo's support beams, displaying another message from the annoying little rabbit. Another death had occurred and one location was now off-limits. That was fine with Erin, as she was not confident yet in leaving the comfort of the gazebo. As for the final piece of information - that another death had to occur - Erin knew it meant the game was only just beginning. She let out a sigh and pushed her back up against the wooden railing, her sitting position putting her mostly out of sight from anyone who might be wandering somewhere nearby. The crossbow in her arms felt strangely comforting as she cradled it against her chest.

"I like where we are," she said, staring straight ahead and not looking Daisy's way. She seemed to almost be in a trance. "But it's not secure. We have a good vantage point, but I imagine there are firearms floating out there. Anyone with a gun's going to run right through us. We should relocate and I'll, uh--" She nodded to herself, as if coming to some sort of conclusion. "I'll make it secure."

@Krieg​

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

The night spent at the caves had been cold, but dry. It looked like someone had been here previously from the footprints strewn everywhere, but they were gone now. Lara more or less spent the night with one eye open, watching the cave entrance for anybody trying to sneak in. It was a long night, and she only felt half rested by the end of it.

When the morning came with that little rabbit complaining about no one dying, she felt a savage flush of pleasure. The game wasn't going so well for their captor. Until the next sentence when the rabbit declared that somebody was going to have to die or they were all going to bite it.

Stretching lithely, she knew without having to think about that it wasn't going to be her to die. She'd been forced to become a survivor at the age of nine and had fought gods. This wasn't the end of her journey. Just the same, she'd rather not kill anyone if they didn't attack her first.

Setting out, she journey for about an hour, making it to the woods. She could tell there were people here, there were tacks everywhere, large, small, shallow, deep, this was a mixed gender group.

She would be more suspicious if she was found skulking about, she instead she stepped right up and raised her hands, both rings of the handcuffs tucked through two fingers.

"Hello boys and girls. Is this an exclusive club, or can anyone join?"

@Indolent @Gummi Bunnies @T.O.M. @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

 

[Gummi Bunnies]

The night spent at the caves had been cold, but dry. It looked like someone had been here previously from the footprints strewn everywhere, but they were gone now. Lara more or less spent the night with one eye open, watching the cave entrance for anybody trying to sneak in. It was a long night, and she only felt half rested by the end of it.

When the morning came with that little rabbit complaining about no one dying, she felt a savage flush of pleasure. The game wasn't going so well for their captor. Until the next sentence when the rabbit declared that somebody was going to have to die or they were all going to bite it.

Stretching lithely, she knew without having to think about that it wasn't going to be her to die. She'd been forced to become a survivor at the age of nine and had fought gods. This wasn't the end of her journey. Just the same, she'd rather not kill anyone if they didn't attack her first.

Setting out, she journey for about an hour, making it to the woods. She could tell there were people here, there were tacks everywhere, large, small, shallow, deep, this was a mixed gender group.

She would be more suspicious if she was found skulking about, she instead she stepped right up and raised her hands, both rings of the handcuffs tucked through two fingers.

"Hello boys and girls. Is this an exclusive club, or can anyone join?"

@Indolent @Gummi Bunnies @T.O.M. @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

Apparently falling asleep after getting himself positioned under the tree, Hideo began to think about the very short time he had in the Holy Demonic Grail Tournament, thinking on the people he met there. Wiruko, Minako, Ryuuta, Elise... They weren't really his type of crowd, but there were people that stuck around him despite his looks stemming from the rumored "Mystic Eyes," and his rather "standoffish" behavior. He dreamt of how he first met the person that started this journey for him: Wiruko. Wiruko, despite being some sort of sentient computer virus, was quite the supportive friend, telling him not to commit suicide, assisting him through times that he felt like giving up... Now alone in this island, Hideo didn't want to give up with the notion that Wiruko was still out there, looking for her "master." In his dreams... he saw himself back at that tournament, as if he weren't just thrown into some death royale. Everything there was peacefully perfect in every way, and he wanted to stay in that.

Alas, it went away the moment he woke up, awakened by a voice that was not from the group that had found each other in the island's forest. Hideo was in that same spot that he had fallen asleep in the night before, seeing that he was still trapped in this deathly situation rather than in a peaceful and adventurous tournament with his friends. Looking up, Hideo rubbed his sleepy eyes to see that there was certainly another person showing up here. Another girl... and by the looks of it, she must have some experience in situations likes these.

"I wouldn't say club... but to be honest, I have little clues on what we're all doing here in the woods..."

As he was getting himself fully awake (barely), Hideo could've sworn that he heard his stomach growl. He was starting to regret not eating much at the party he attended at the tournament before being sent here, and at this rate, he would have no other option but to make use of the rations he was given. Wonderful...

@Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @T.O.M. @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

 

[Chewy Rabbits]

Luckily, it didn't look like Mabel had the chance to sink to her knees and actually dramatically scream the word like in the movies, because she got a response that shocked her out of it. "Of course you are, dork. You've got a cool symbol and a secret identity and are hiding your face and everything!" she declared. "That's basic hero 101," the brunette added in conclusion, nodding her head once with closed eyes, a matter-of-fact air about her. Opening one eye to peer at Jason, she spoke once more. "Besides, you don't sound that much older than me."

Of course, the muttered statement about how fucked up it was that Mabel was there sailed right over her head as intended. She might've had a hero-sense that was going totally wild, but she sadly didn't have super-hearing.

What was up with this chick? Was the gravity of the entire situation simply not clicking with her? He supposed that there was some benefit to that line of thinking. It was a nice escape from the harsh truths of reality. But it wouldn't do you any favors when you were the one having a gun/knife/whatever else pointed your way. Hopefully she figured that out before someone snuffed her out and took that chance away. As she continued to insist on calling Jason a hero, he couldn't help but get petulantly annoyed.

In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter whether or not he was a superhero or not. At least not on this island. In Gotham he certainly didn't see himself as such and throughout all his confrontations with Bruce, his former mentor made it clear that Jason was just as bad as the criminals he murdered. Even going as far as to take the stock of what the deceased gangsters had on them. Jason didn't need any sort of title like that. He did what he did to keep less people like the drug traffickers off the streets and put people like the Joker in the morgue. Where monsters like them belonged to rot for all eternity.

As Mabel pointed out the bat symbol on his shirt and on the back of his hoodie, Jason thought about why they were actually there. Not to look 'cool' or anything as cosmetically trivial as that. No, they were meant to mock Bruce and show him that Jason's way was the proper way to deal with Gotham's lowlives. Don't put them in cells, put them in coffins. He was the 'Batman' that the city deserved, that it needed. But Bruce would never understand that and it's why he always ended up coming to blows with Bruce at some point.

"You don't understand the first thing about this symbol or me." Jason snapped as he turned away from Mabel and went to lean up against whatever tree Hideo had decided to sleep next to. Better to keep an eye on his partner that way. But not before some departing words for Mabel.

"For your sake, it's better that it stays that way."

From there Jason stood guard over Hideo. The man had listened to Jason's orders well enough that he deserved that much. But Jason also had no intentions on falling asleep. At least not while Harley was nearby. He wouldn't let this clown get away from him. Not after what she did.
​

When the morning came with that little rabbit complaining about no one dying, she felt a savage flush of pleasure. The game wasn't going so well for their captor. Until the next sentence when the rabbit declared that somebody was going to have to die or they were all going to bite it.

Stretching lithely, she knew without having to think about that it wasn't going to be her to die. She'd been forced to become a survivor at the age of nine and had fought gods. This wasn't the end of her journey. Just the same, she'd rather not kill anyone if they didn't attack her first.

Setting out, she journey for about an hour, making it to the woods. She could tell there were people here, there were tacks everywhere, large, small, shallow, deep, this was a mixed gender group.

She would be more suspicious if she was found skulking about, she instead she stepped right up and raised her hands, both rings of the handcuffs tucked through two fingers.

"Hello boys and girls. Is this an exclusive club, or can anyone join?"

Having kept to his word, Jason had stayed up through the night. He didn't trust Hideo or his life around these people, especially Harley and he wasn't going to be caught offguard by any of them if he could help it. This of course left most of what the Rabbit said coming off as white noise for the most part as Jason rubbed at his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts. Another death, huh? Shame it wasn't anyone from this group. Would have saved him quite a bit of possible trouble later on down the line.

Yanking down his hood so he could run a hand through his hair and inspect some of the cuts on his face to see if they were healing properly, Jason paused as he heard another person making their way towards the group. He may have had grenades but given how clustered they had all ended up here. All it would take is one properly placed toss and the pull of a pin and there went a good chunk of the competition. Instead, this new figure was a woman who held her hands up. Better than the alternatives he supposed.

"A club made up of people who're supposed to be murdering the hell out of eachother, yeah. Feel free to come right on in."

@Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Gummi Bunnies @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

"I wouldn't say club... but to be honest, I have little clues on what we're all doing here in the woods..."​

"I'd be very much surprised if anyone did. That's what makes it fun." Most people would have thought that Lara was being flighty or flippant, but she was very much serious and grounded in her belief that this was in fact, fun. When she was nine she'd crashed in the mountains of a far off country, wintery and frigid as hell. It wasn't much fun to be sure.

.....Then she'd watched her mother die in front of her to save her life.....

That singular event had shaped the course of Lara's life. She'd become addicted to finding out the mysteries of the world, seeing new things, rediscovering the secrets that the world had forgotten, and maybe one day finding out just what had happened to her mother. Of course, that wasn't why she did what she did, that was just a benefit. She did what she did because at heart, she was an adventure, and this might shape up to be one of her best adventures yet.

If she lived to tell about it, which she was quite confident she would.
​

"A club made up of people who're supposed to be murdering the hell out of eachother, yeah. Feel free to come right on in."​

"You make it sound so grim. We're hardly at the stage for such apocalyptic attitudes yet. Save that despair for when you need it to survive."

She was speaking from experience. It could be hard to carry on sometimes. Every story worth telling had its low point where the hero gives up, but then pushes on. Whether Jason thought he was the hero or not, it was something he was going to have to go through at some point.

Although looking at the pain etched into every line of his face, it was more than possible he'd already gone through it.

@T.O.M. @Gummi Bunnies​

 

[Midnight Maiden]

Mabel Pines

South Side
Woods

~F l a s h b a c k~

The words admittedly seemed to surprise Mabel a good bit, and she could only stare at Jason in response. It was like this for a good few moments before the woman snapped out of it, a faint frown coming to her face. "Jeez, what did I do to deserve that attitude?" she replied, placing her hands on her hips with an almost defiant pout. "I mean, wow. Aren't heroes supposed to be nicer than this?" she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. "Besides, you don't understand me, either! Maybe I just wanted us to change that - regardless of whether you think it's 'better for my sake' or not!"

Haha, yeah! Mabel - 1, Jason? 0! She was totally 100% right!!

---------------
Admittedly, after returning to get the sticks for a fire... Mabel promptly passed out. Man, she hadn't realized how tired she was, but it was definitely 'very'. While others might have been uneasy about sleeping in such a situation, but it seemed that the Pines woman wasn't one of them. In fact, she slept through most of the night - albeit, not peacefully, but that was likely of little concern. Regardless of whatever plagued her sleep or made her seem so uneasy, it was apparent that she wasn't the type to sleep in(at least, not anymore). At the top of the morning she awoke, seeming as alert and cheerful and just generally pleasant as the night before.

At least, until the announcement came.

As the rabbit came on screen, she turned her attention to it, focusing intently and listening to every word closely. She felt a bit confused as the rabbit spoke of death and how nobody had died, it getting through to her more this time around. Perhaps it hadn't the first time because of the fact that she was so groggy when she'd heard it all... Or, more likely, she was stuck being the same desperate optimist she had always been. Regardless, she attempted to laugh it off, though she seemed slightly nervous as she did so. "Haha... People being killed.... Greeeattttt joke, right...?"

If only the woman was really sure that this was all some joke. Some game that they'd be allowed out of just fine... Like paintball! Or laser tag. Or, well... Anything. Yeah. Anything would be nice.

"...Right?"

Of course, Jason's comment about this being a club where they were all supposed to murder each other didn't help, and the woman just stayed quiet from that point. What was there to say? 'Oh, hey, nice to meet you. Going to be fun watching you die!'? Or maybe 'Hey, stay still so I can kill you'? The thought made the twenty-year-old want to throw up due to a new, intense sickness to her stomach.

@Gummi Bunnies @T.O.M. @Indolent @C.T. @Takumi @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Bomb @Thuro 116 Pendragon​

 

[Archwar]

Well, at least Johnson had some enthusiastic backup, but that left Leo who had stay silent. Still, it was better than having no one watch your back so the marine finally stepped out, albeit with grappling hook still shouldered and primed to fire, and began the track upwards. He was about to ask Leo if he wanted to tag along or if he wanted to stay guard when Mr. Snowball came back online and even before the rabbit could say anything, Johnson dropped the grappling hook and held up the middle finger.

Spoiler

After letting that out, Johnson wanted nothing more than to smash the monitor just to say fuck you, but he knew he could get valuable information so he begrudgingly listened with a intense frown that only grew as the rabbit talked. Sure, Mr. Snowball had complimented them on being resilient like all humans(damn right humanity kicked ass!) and a dog, somehow. Maybe Johnson could kill it and cook it if it ever came to that.

But Snowball also said that notable locations were zones that became dangerous throughout the game and going near them would cause a messy death via explosion. Wow, the rabbit really liked the Hunger Games didn't it? It was concerning though because it would narrow the habitable locations till everyone was in a singular one and only one could survive. However, that would become moot if just one person managed to get their collar disabled. Johnson was considering the possibility of putting water on it in hopes of short circuiting it. Of course there was a wide range of endings. The best was that the collar did indeed short circuit and some of the worst is that he dies.

For now Johnson opted to try and find someone who had the knowledge of disabling bombs.

Then Snowball thought it would be fun to have more than one death per day which made it all the harder. It was still too early in the game for people to start backstabbing each other, but Johnson now had to be more careful. Once the rabbit was gone, Johnson looked to Leo and asked,"You coming?"

@Mighty Roman @ResistingTheEnlightened

 

[Ringmaster]

Location: Coral Reef Beach

The waves crashed upon the shore and quietly, spattered in the blood of her most recent victim sat the assassin known as Hammer Girl. Some ways behind her, the body of the pig-tailed psychotic known as Jinx laid on its stomach, the face mashed to a point it was impossible to identify as a rock, bearing the marks of its current kill laid off the side. It wasn't as pure as her hammers per se, but it did the job. A search of the body uncovered a pill, which was currently in her pocket. Its purpose, unknown until she actually found someone on which to use it.

Which was only a matter of time really.

Rising up and making sure that Jinx had nothing left in her pockets, Hammer Girl moved to dispose of the body, dumping it into the water. Let it get caught on the reef, pounded by the waves- That should disperse the fleshy bits easily enough, maybe scare anyone here in-

She turned around to look back and cocked her head in surprise. The collar just went off, the aftermath of the explosion seen but not heard by the deaf and mute killer. But how? She didn't jostle it to her knowledge....Perhaps....She took mental inventory of this new fact and walked away. One down.

More to go.

@Whoever​

 

[Bomb]

The night spent at the caves had been cold, but dry. It looked like someone had been here previously from the footprints strewn everywhere, but they were gone now. Lara more or less spent the night with one eye open, watching the cave entrance for anybody trying to sneak in. It was a long night, and she only felt half rested by the end of it.

When the morning came with that little rabbit complaining about no one dying, she felt a savage flush of pleasure. The game wasn't going so well for their captor. Until the next sentence when the rabbit declared that somebody was going to have to die or they were all going to bite it.

Stretching lithely, she knew without having to think about that it wasn't going to be her to die. She'd been forced to become a survivor at the age of nine and had fought gods. This wasn't the end of her journey. Just the same, she'd rather not kill anyone if they didn't attack her first.

Setting out, she journey for about an hour, making it to the woods. She could tell there were people here, there were tacks everywhere, large, small, shallow, deep, this was a mixed gender group.

She would be more suspicious if she was found skulking about, she instead she stepped right up and raised her hands, both rings of the handcuffs tucked through two fingers.

"Hello boys and girls. Is this an exclusive club, or can anyone join?"

@Indolent @Gummi Bunnies @T.O.M. @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

Apparently falling asleep after getting himself positioned under the tree, Hideo began to think about the very short time he had in the Holy Demonic Grail Tournament, thinking on the people he met there. Wiruko, Minako, Ryuuta, Elise... They weren't really his type of crowd, but there were people that stuck around him despite his looks stemming from the rumored "Mystic Eyes," and his rather "standoffish" behavior. He dreamt of how he first met the person that started this journey for him: Wiruko. Wiruko, despite being some sort of sentient computer virus, was quite the supportive friend, telling him not to commit suicide, assisting him through times that he felt like giving up... Now alone in this island, Hideo didn't want to give up with the notion that Wiruko was still out there, looking for her "master." In his dreams... he saw himself back at that tournament, as if he weren't just thrown into some death royale. Everything there was peacefully perfect in every way, and he wanted to stay in that.

Alas, it went away the moment he woke up, awakened by a voice that was not from the group that had found each other in the island's forest. Hideo was in that same spot that he had fallen asleep in the night before, seeing that he was still trapped in this deathly situation rather than in a peaceful and adventurous tournament with his friends. Looking up, Hideo rubbed his sleepy eyes to see that there was certainly another person showing up here. Another girl... and by the looks of it, she must have some experience in situations likes these.

"I wouldn't say club... but to be honest, I have little clues on what we're all doing here in the woods..."

As he was getting himself fully awake (barely), Hideo could've sworn that he heard his stomach growl. He was starting to regret not eating much at the party he attended at the tournament before being sent here, and at this rate, he would have no other option but to make use of the rations he was given. Wonderful...

@Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @T.O.M. @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

What was up with this chick? Was the gravity of the entire situation simply not clicking with her? He supposed that there was some benefit to that line of thinking. It was a nice escape from the harsh truths of reality. But it wouldn't do you any favors when you were the one having a gun/knife/whatever else pointed your way. Hopefully she figured that out before someone snuffed her out and took that chance away. As she continued to insist on calling Jason a hero, he couldn't help but get petulantly annoyed.

In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter whether or not he was a superhero or not. At least not on this island. In Gotham he certainly didn't see himself as such and throughout all his confrontations with Bruce, his former mentor made it clear that Jason was just as bad as the criminals he murdered. Even going as far as to take the stock of what the deceased gangsters had on them. Jason didn't need any sort of title like that. He did what he did to keep less people like the drug traffickers off the streets and put people like the Joker in the morgue. Where monsters like them belonged to rot for all eternity.

As Mabel pointed out the bat symbol on his shirt and on the back of his hoodie, Jason thought about why they were actually there. Not to look 'cool' or anything as cosmetically trivial as that. No, they were meant to mock Bruce and show him that Jason's way was the proper way to deal with Gotham's lowlives. Don't put them in cells, put them in coffins. He was the 'Batman' that the city deserved, that it needed. But Bruce would never understand that and it's why he always ended up coming to blows with Bruce at some point.

"You don't understand the first thing about this symbol or me." Jason snapped as he turned away from Mabel and went to lean up against whatever tree Hideo had decided to sleep next to. Better to keep an eye on his partner that way. But not before some departing words for Mabel.

"For your sake, it's better that it stays that way."

From there Jason stood guard over Hideo. The man had listened to Jason's orders well enough that he deserved that much. But Jason also had no intentions on falling asleep. At least not while Harley was nearby. He wouldn't let this clown get away from him. Not after what she did.
​

Having kept to his word, Jason had stayed up through the night. He didn't trust Hideo or his life around these people, especially Harley and he wasn't going to be caught offguard by any of them if he could help it. This of course left most of what the Rabbit said coming off as white noise for the most part as Jason rubbed at his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts. Another death, huh? Shame it wasn't anyone from this group. Would have saved him quite a bit of possible trouble later on down the line.

Yanking down his hood so he could run a hand through his hair and inspect some of the cuts on his face to see if they were healing properly, Jason paused as he heard another person making their way towards the group. He may have had grenades but given how clustered they had all ended up here. All it would take is one properly placed toss and the pull of a pin and there went a good chunk of the competition. Instead, this new figure was a woman who held her hands up. Better than the alternatives he supposed.

"A club made up of people who're supposed to be murdering the hell out of eachother, yeah. Feel free to come right on in."

@Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Gummi Bunnies @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

Mabel Pines

South Side
Woods

~F l a s h b a c k~

The words admittedly seemed to surprise Mabel a good bit, and she could only stare at Jason in response. It was like this for a good few moments before the woman snapped out of it, a faint frown coming to her face. "Jeez, what did I do to deserve that attitude?" she replied, placing her hands on her hips with an almost defiant pout. "I mean, wow. Aren't heroes supposed to be nicer than this?" she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. "Besides, you don't understand me, either! Maybe I just wanted us to change that - regardless of whether you think it's 'better for my sake' or not!"

Haha, yeah! Mabel - 1, Jason? 0! She was totally 100% right!!

---------------
Admittedly, after returning to get the sticks for a fire... Mabel promptly passed out. Man, she hadn't realized how tired she was, but it was definitely 'very'. While others might have been uneasy about sleeping in such a situation, but it seemed that the Pines woman wasn't one of them. In fact, she slept through most of the night - albeit, not peacefully, but that was likely of little concern. Regardless of whatever plagued her sleep or made her seem so uneasy, it was apparent that she wasn't the type to sleep in(at least, not anymore). At the top of the morning she awoke, seeming as alert and cheerful and just generally pleasant as the night before.

At least, until the announcement came.

As the rabbit came on screen, she turned her attention to it, focusing intently and listening to every word closely. She felt a bit confused as the rabbit spoke of death and how nobody had died, it getting through to her more this time around. Perhaps it hadn't the first time because of the fact that she was so groggy when she'd heard it all... Or, more likely, she was stuck being the same desperate optimist she had always been. Regardless, she attempted to laugh it off, though she seemed slightly nervous as she did so. "Haha... People being killed.... Greeeattttt joke, right...?"

If only the woman was really sure that this was all some joke. Some game that they'd be allowed out of just fine... Like paintball! Or laser tag. Or, well... Anything. Yeah. Anything would be nice.

"...Right?"

Of course, Jason's comment about this being a club where they were all supposed to murder each other didn't help, and the woman just stayed quiet from that point. What was there to say? 'Oh, hey, nice to meet you. Going to be fun watching you die!'? Or maybe 'Hey, stay still so I can kill you'? The thought made the twenty-year-old want to throw up due to a new, intense sickness to her stomach.

@Gummi Bunnies @T.O.M. @Indolent @C.T. @Takumi @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Bomb @Thuro 116 Pendragon​

Cyberconnect2 - Woods

"Wow, why is it so hostile here?" CC2 said upon arriving.

"We should be looking for a way to escape this island, dontcha think? Oh, and my name is Cyberconnect2, but people call me Cybercon for short!"

@woods @Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Gummi Bunnies @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb @T.O.M.​

 

[Ramboing]

Nathan Drake: Helicopter​

Ah... Its a new day. Another day of living and getting screwed over by an animated rabbit.... Instead of waking up to some nice coffee and probably the news, Nate instead woke up to some crackers (which were good) and the cackling sound of a rabbit. So it looks like death is inevitable...Christ. Quickly grabbing together and inventorying his gear, Nate got up and approached Scooby.

"So Scooby. Now that we got that going for us, what do you want to do? We can't stay in one place for too long so we should get going. Maybe we can find some supplies and non-homicidal people."

@Atomyk @LuckycoolHawk9 trying to decide where to go. Also checking ammo and supplies.​

 

[Verite]

Snake Eyes would only motion to his throat and formed an X over it. No words would ever escape his lips.

Being content with what he had seen Snake Eyes would start to make his way out from the decrepit building. Nothing more could be salvaged from here, and if the other two wished to follow him he wouldn't mind. While he could be a lone wolf having a pack in this situation wouldn't be a bad idea.

@The Silver Paladin @Verite

Seeing Snake Eyes begin to leave, and hearing the announcement of Danger Zones, Mukuro put her scalpel back into her pocket. "We should keep moving. It's the safest option." She said. "We don't know if this place will become a Danger Zone or not, and there's nothing useful here." She straightened her jacket, brushed some dust off of it, and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. She began to walk towards the door. "My name is Mukuro Ikusaba, by the way." She said to the two men.

@Verite @Jeremi @Atomyk

Taking orders from kids, no matter how scary uncomfortable they were, was never exactly something I found myself doing often. Hell, with my ragged, in-control look, I imagined kids expected me to be the one give orders. Not that any children that I did go with exactly live long enough under my watch, but... Well, anyway...

With a small grunt, the old man would begin following Snake Eyes. He was too mentally fatigued to closely study the map that had been given to everyone, so he figured he may as well follow this tentative "ally" for now in order to get familiar with the place that they found themselves in. Still, despite that, it wasn't like he necessarily trusted the not-ninja and the girl who introduced herself as Mukuro Ikusaba. After all, this was a free for all. Max wasn't about to describe this as any sort of alliance or partnership. More like... a temporary truce, though even that was sort of pushing it in his opinion.

Not that he had much capacity for reasonable thought these days.

"Just call me Max," he briefly grunted.

@Jeremi @The Silver Paladin​

 

[Gummi Bunnies]

What was up with this chick? Was the gravity of the entire situation simply not clicking with her? He supposed that there was some benefit to that line of thinking. It was a nice escape from the harsh truths of reality. But it wouldn't do you any favors when you were the one having a gun/knife/whatever else pointed your way. Hopefully she figured that out before someone snuffed her out and took that chance away. As she continued to insist on calling Jason a hero, he couldn't help but get petulantly annoyed.

In the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter whether or not he was a superhero or not. At least not on this island. In Gotham he certainly didn't see himself as such and throughout all his confrontations with Bruce, his former mentor made it clear that Jason was just as bad as the criminals he murdered. Even going as far as to take the stock of what the deceased gangsters had on them. Jason didn't need any sort of title like that. He did what he did to keep less people like the drug traffickers off the streets and put people like the Joker in the morgue. Where monsters like them belonged to rot for all eternity.

As Mabel pointed out the bat symbol on his shirt and on the back of his hoodie, Jason thought about why they were actually there. Not to look 'cool' or anything as cosmetically trivial as that. No, they were meant to mock Bruce and show him that Jason's way was the proper way to deal with Gotham's lowlives. Don't put them in cells, put them in coffins. He was the 'Batman' that the city deserved, that it needed. But Bruce would never understand that and it's why he always ended up coming to blows with Bruce at some point.

"You don't understand the first thing about this symbol or me." Jason snapped as he turned away from Mabel and went to lean up against whatever tree Hideo had decided to sleep next to. Better to keep an eye on his partner that way. But not before some departing words for Mabel.

"For your sake, it's better that it stays that way."

From there Jason stood guard over Hideo. The man had listened to Jason's orders well enough that he deserved that much. But Jason also had no intentions on falling asleep. At least not while Harley was nearby. He wouldn't let this clown get away from him. Not after what she did.
​

Having kept to his word, Jason had stayed up through the night. He didn't trust Hideo or his life around these people, especially Harley and he wasn't going to be caught offguard by any of them if he could help it. This of course left most of what the Rabbit said coming off as white noise for the most part as Jason rubbed at his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts. Another death, huh? Shame it wasn't anyone from this group. Would have saved him quite a bit of possible trouble later on down the line.

Yanking down his hood so he could run a hand through his hair and inspect some of the cuts on his face to see if they were healing properly, Jason paused as he heard another person making their way towards the group. He may have had grenades but given how clustered they had all ended up here. All it would take is one properly placed toss and the pull of a pin and there went a good chunk of the competition. Instead, this new figure was a woman who held her hands up. Better than the alternatives he supposed.

"A club made up of people who're supposed to be murdering the hell out of eachother, yeah. Feel free to come right on in."

@Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Gummi Bunnies @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb​

"I'd be very much surprised if anyone did. That's what makes it fun." Most people would have thought that Lara was being flighty or flippant, but she was very much serious and grounded in her belief that this was in fact, fun. When she was nine she'd crashed in the mountains of a far off country, wintery and frigid as hell. It wasn't much fun to be sure.

.....Then she'd watched her mother die in front of her to save her life.....

That singular event had shaped the course of Lara's life. She'd become addicted to finding out the mysteries of the world, seeing new things, rediscovering the secrets that the world had forgotten, and maybe one day finding out just what had happened to her mother. Of course, that wasn't why she did what she did, that was just a benefit. She did what she did because at heart, she was an adventure, and this might shape up to be one of her best adventures yet.

If she lived to tell about it, which she was quite confident she would.
​

"You make it sound so grim. We're hardly at the stage for such apocalyptic attitudes yet. Save that despair for when you need it to survive."

She was speaking from experience. It could be hard to carry on sometimes. Every story worth telling had its low point where the hero gives up, but then pushes on. Whether Jason thought he was the hero or not, it was something he was going to have to go through at some point.

Although looking at the pain etched into every line of his face, it was more than possible he'd already gone through it.

@T.O.M. @Gummi Bunnies​

Mabel Pines

South Side
Woods

~F l a s h b a c k~

The words admittedly seemed to surprise Mabel a good bit, and she could only stare at Jason in response. It was like this for a good few moments before the woman snapped out of it, a faint frown coming to her face. "Jeez, what did I do to deserve that attitude?" she replied, placing her hands on her hips with an almost defiant pout. "I mean, wow. Aren't heroes supposed to be nicer than this?" she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slightly. "Besides, you don't understand me, either! Maybe I just wanted us to change that - regardless of whether you think it's 'better for my sake' or not!"

Haha, yeah! Mabel - 1, Jason? 0! She was totally 100% right!!

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Admittedly, after returning to get the sticks for a fire... Mabel promptly passed out. Man, she hadn't realized how tired she was, but it was definitely 'very'. While others might have been uneasy about sleeping in such a situation, but it seemed that the Pines woman wasn't one of them. In fact, she slept through most of the night - albeit, not peacefully, but that was likely of little concern. Regardless of whatever plagued her sleep or made her seem so uneasy, it was apparent that she wasn't the type to sleep in(at least, not anymore). At the top of the morning she awoke, seeming as alert and cheerful and just generally pleasant as the night before.

At least, until the announcement came.

As the rabbit came on screen, she turned her attention to it, focusing intently and listening to every word closely. She felt a bit confused as the rabbit spoke of death and how nobody had died, it getting through to her more this time around. Perhaps it hadn't the first time because of the fact that she was so groggy when she'd heard it all... Or, more likely, she was stuck being the same desperate optimist she had always been. Regardless, she attempted to laugh it off, though she seemed slightly nervous as she did so. "Haha... People being killed.... Greeeattttt joke, right...?"

If only the woman was really sure that this was all some joke. Some game that they'd be allowed out of just fine... Like paintball! Or laser tag. Or, well... Anything. Yeah. Anything would be nice.

"...Right?"

Of course, Jason's comment about this being a club where they were all supposed to murder each other didn't help, and the woman just stayed quiet from that point. What was there to say? 'Oh, hey, nice to meet you. Going to be fun watching you die!'? Or maybe 'Hey, stay still so I can kill you'? The thought made the twenty-year-old want to throw up due to a new, intense sickness to her stomach.

@Gummi Bunnies @T.O.M. @Indolent @C.T. @Takumi @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Bomb @Thuro 116 Pendragon​

Cyberconnect2 - Woods

"Wow, why is it so hostile here?" CC2 said upon arriving.

"We should be looking for a way to escape this island, dontcha think? Oh, and my name is Cyberconnect2, but people call me Cybercon for short!"

@woods @Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Gummi Bunnies @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb @T.O.M.​

This was getting pretty redundant. All of these people joining in with them as if it were some social gathering in the middle of what really should be some sort of death game. Hideo didn't exactly know on what is to happen next, other than the fact that people are going to die if this "show" goes on, but he honestly had no idea on what he was going to do until the terribly impossible survival here... or the eventual death of him. Actually, he had one way of passing time...

"Put this right... there.... and then for this one..."

Hideo began to construct a house of cards with his deck of playing cards. His method of passing time before either two end results happening to him was this, and at least he was doing something.

@woods @Indolent @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Bomb @Takumi @C.T. @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Hospes @Bomb @T.O.M.​

 

[DapperDogman]

The Survivor
Ranch - Rock Formation > Cliffs

Waking from his sleep, a deathly cold feeling would linger along The Survivor's spine, and he'd shudder gently
During his time on the islands he'd been on, he'd met many ghosts, all of them belonging to pirates, jealously guarding their treasure even after death

This chill, was the same as the ones he'd felt when he met those ghosts. He felt a tinge of fear run through him as he pondered if it meant there was a ghost nearby. Had they followed him to this island? Had his years of plundering lost treasure during his travels finally caught up with him?

He gathers up his gear, slips it all back into his backpack, and removes the stakes from the entrance of his camp
He looked about slowly, sighing to himself as he heads off toward the cliff, to take a look about the island from a higher viewpoint
Feeling the wind blow through his hair, he'd look down to see something happening below, it seemed someone had killed someone else

That must have been it, the sensation of death. He could feel it in his bones

"Disgusting" he mutters, one of the few words he still had full grasp of, after his many years of being alone. Not much sense in talking to yourself, after all
Many people failed to realise that a language is a perishable skill, it dulls without use, it's something that must be practised daily, lest your grasp of it begin to slip

He frowns and looks down the cliff, noting the red colouration of the stone, he grabs a piece and breaks it from the top of the cliff, checking if it was, as he hoped, sandstone

"Nitre" he mutters to himself, hoping he'd found some nitre-rich sandstone. If he had, he could begin to make his most important asset for his attempted escape:
Blasting powder

He needed two things to make it, ground carbon, and saltpeter. It was easy to get carbon, but nitre, he'd only ever found that in sandstone, which is why he'd felt a pang of excitement run through him upon seeing the red cliff at his feet

Perhaps he'd be able to help others leave this island? But what if they were like the person below? Were the people on this island, like the threats he'd faced before?
Could he afford to trust someone else with his life, or would they betray him at his most vulnerable moment?

He clutches the rock, and glances over the cliff at the ocean that stretched on for miles

"Survive" he says, almost as if to remind himself of what his aim was

@Atomyk​

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Ah... Its a new day. Another day of living and getting screwed over by an animated rabbit.... Instead of waking up to some nice coffee and probably the news, Nate instead woke up to some crackers (which were good) and the cackling sound of a rabbit. So it looks like death is inevitable...Christ. Quickly grabbing together and inventorying his gear, Nate got up and approached Scooby.

"So Scooby. Now that we got that going for us, what do you want to do? We can't stay in one place for too long so we should get going. Maybe we can find some supplies and non-homicidal people."

Scooby had woken up to the monitors on the screen and to everyone's least favorite animated rabbit after he had briefly slept on guard duty. So, apparently there were areas where their expolsions could just go off and kill them and they were random, that worried him a lot as he didn't want to die. He understood that he could die, but he honestly didn't want too and that made him more scared than before. He paused as he realized something.

The rabbit had singled him out, he was the only dog on this island competing. He wanted them to know, but why? What purpose was that for? He didn't understand it and nearly missed that Nate was aksing a question. " Rove rand rind reople rand rupplies, ri ruess, re really ran't rtay ranywhere rat rall rhough, rit right rill rus." *1

Translations

*1 Move and find people and find supplies, I guess, we really can't stay anywhere at all though, it might kill us.

@Atomyk possibly moving, @Ramboing

 

[Jeremi]

The first time Snake Eyes had been ready to leave night had already fallen upon them. The best course of action at that point was just to stay in the house until dawn broke. The area was reasonably safe and he wasn't much of a deep sleeper anyway in case the two with him would try anything funny, though doubtful, he couldn't ignore.

The night however went by with out much of a fuss and as dawn broke Snake Eyes was ready to leave again.

Seeing Snake Eyes begin to leave, and hearing the announcement of Danger Zones, Mukuro put her scalpel back into her pocket. "We should keep moving. It's the safest option." She said. "We don't know if this place will become a Danger Zone or not, and there's nothing useful here." She straightened her jacket, brushed some dust off of it, and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. She began to walk towards the door. "My name is Mukuro Ikusaba, by the way." She said to the two men.

@Verite @Jeremi @Atomyk

He'd give her a nod as a acknowledgement. Snake Eyes would remove the map from his pouch and inspect to where they should plot their course.

Taking orders from kids, no matter how scary uncomfortable they were, was never exactly something I found myself doing often. Hell, with my ragged, in-control look, I imagined kids expected me to be the one give orders. Not that any children that I did go with exactly live long enough under my watch, but... Well, anyway...

With a small grunt, the old man would begin following Snake Eyes. He was too mentally fatigued to closely study the map that had been given to everyone, so he figured he may as well follow this tentative "ally" for now in order to get familiar with the place that they found themselves in. Still, despite that, it wasn't like he necessarily trusted the not-ninja and the girl who introduced herself as Mukuro Ikusaba. After all, this was a free for all. Max wasn't about to describe this as any sort of alliance or partnership. More like... a temporary truce, though even that was sort of pushing it in his opinion.

Not that he had much capacity for reasonable thought these days.

"Just call me Max," he briefly grunted.

@Jeremi @The Silver Paladin​

As Max joined them Snake Eyes would point towards the Lighthouse on the map. Even if these supposed danger zones that will emerge, the lighthouse would be a good place to fortify for any potential attacks.

He'd wait to see what the other two would think about their next course of action.

@The Silver Paladin @Verite

 

[CrunchyCHEEZIT]

Speedwagon heard some rumbling downstairs, immediately spinning about and smacking his head into a wooden wall as he prepared to strike down a foe.

Cartoony birds circled about Speedwagons head as he stumbled backwards and then toppled over, muttering "diiid you seee that, old man zepelliiii~?" as he sailed to the floor.

*THUD*

Snoooooreee...

Like a baby, Speedwagon withdrawed from consciousness cooly.

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"...snooore...damn you woman, I wanted peaches, not oranges...snoore.."

"...LALI-HO--"

A long piece of plywood would topple over, tumbling against the ground with a wooden knock. In an instant, Speedwagons eyes suddenly snapped open, the distant ember of morning peeping through the musky windows of the Lighthouse. Sitting up and rubbing his neck, he looked around to make sure he was still alive and was not having another fever dream-- realizing he still had his ball-peen hammer and his survival pack, he seemed to remain within the mortal coil. "I suppose I fell asleep...why does my head ache?" he wondered aloud, rubbing his sore forehead.

Robert would examine his surroundings, recognizing the cold, damp environment of the inner Lighthouse. However, he didn't immediately notice Curly Brace, who seemed to be gone. "Huh?! Where did Miss Brace go? Did she steal any of my stuff?!" Speedwagon obviously considered the idea of Curly stealing his gear. Checking through his survival pack once more, Speedwagon sighed as he found everything was in order.

Rising to feet and dusting his clothes off, he began to ponder further. "Well, it would seem that blasted rabbit has invaded my dreams again! Does that someone has...already died?" Speedwagon paused for dramatic effect, gulping. "...I was hoping for a w-waiting period first! Huh, no matter! Robert E.O. Speedwagon is not afraid of death!! Hell, if I was, I would have probably been dead from cowardice! I have to find others, perhaps some...allies. Yes, allies!" Speedwagon would smile, pounding his fist into his hand.

"This game is easy. I am good at making allies, just need to give them some of the classic Speedwagon charm. A sniff and some free advice, and they'd follow me into battle, heh!", Speedwagon would briefly take his hat off and slick his dirty blonde hair back, ready to influence some pawns--

....

Some allies into helping him in this game.

"This is a lighthouse, right? If I can get up to the upper level, perhaps I can get a good view of this island-- scope it out abit, and see if I can spot anyone."

Deciding this was the best course of action, Speedwagon began to ascend the stairs to the top of the lighthouse.

@york @Gwazi Magnum @Atomyk @Anybody heading to the lighthouse​

 

[dalecOoOoOoOoOper]

"Yeah. Coming." Leo said, pulling out both tonfas in a state of readiness as they all walked out. He felt a bit uneasy for some reason, but it could have simply been the nerves of being inserted into something like this. The hate for that bunny son of a bitch is so high, that he'd do anything to end the lives behind the sick game... Althought, while not wanting to, he may have to kill his partners later on...

@Archwar @Mighty Roman​

 

[Krieg]

Gazebo

Daisy & Erin

​

Well, that went better than expected.

The idea of a shaky alliance, whilst new and easily subjugated to quick mistrust, relieved the African-American immensely. She had been driven out of her somewhat home, partially out of fear, recalling how she only heard a scream, instincts trumping over logic and reason. Without society, without order, ironically, the populist feared her fellow people, knowing that bloodshed and violence was coming on the horizon. Truth be told, Daisy had her hands soaked in crimson before, and as much as she was not frighten by committing it once again, the Fitzroy truly wanted to avoid it. The Vox Populi was a kneejerk reaction to her prosecution, a call to bring down Father Comstock and his evangelical lapdogs.

Throughout the weary night, holding a crossbow of sophisticated technology, the awkward nature of a partnership still recalled in the leader's head. Occasionally looking over at Erin as she slept, the hazel-eyed woman lightly shivered, looking down from the Gazebo, horrid thoughts of murder and betrayal replaying over and over in her head. She could easily slip that makeshift machete of hers, driving it into the other's throat, watching Erin choke on her own blood. A quivering could be felt in her lips, bearing the sins of Cain, reminded of the cost of equality and retribution back in Columbia. Even if the Vox rose to power, would she recognize it anymore? Or would it be some abomination of her own creation, thirsty for reckless vengeance and anarchy.

By the morning, as the monitors relayed the events, Daisy sat on the grassy hill, having her morning breakfast of some bread, a few crackers, and a bottle of water. Their position was truly isolated and secure, away from the mess that was occurring deeper and deeper within the island. Daisy herself wondered if the silence was the intensity between the two women, or rather, the acknowledging of the fact that their lives were being toyed with by a toy rabbit out of all things.

Finishing her meal, letting Erin talk, Daisy arose, walking into the gazebo, crossing her arms over her chest and propping herself against the wooden railing. Looking at the white lady, the populist leader spoke, carrying a thick, prevalent accent.

"Guns don't matter if they don't get a chance to shoot ya..." the black-haired worker remarked, a soft smile arising on her lips. "Back in Columbia we taught dem' Founders that guns don't mean anything. If ye wanna kill someone, you'll find creativity in da horror." Daisy stated confidently, pulling out one of her sticks of dynamite. "Ya see this? Pure explosives, damn if I didn't know better the Vox sent it to me myself." Fitzroy elaborated, knocking out her brief reassuring, dark humor as she stood fully up, looking dead at Erin.

"If we move, we best keep away from the others. Let them fight it out, and those we meet...we either kill or we take them with us. And honestly, given the circumstances," the Fitzroy paused, glancing off to the side, shifting uncomfortably. "I prefer the first of the two, o' course, depends on who we meet. You see, we'll play along, yes, but when it gets near the end, that rabbit knows he can't kill all of us. Some pompous asshole is somehow watchin' us, and trust me, I deal with enough pompous assholes to know they want a good endin'. Everybody dead isn't a good endin', now is it?"

Realizing she was rambling, Daisy lightly sighed, throwing her survival pack over her shoulder, sticking her sticks of dynamite in her pockets and holding that makeshift, terrifying machete.

"You want to take lead, Miss Hunter? I am sure you know more about this area." Daisy remarked, not keen on engaging with others in the distance.

@Atomyk @Gazebo ​

 

[York]

Across the sea rose the sun, bringing morning's dawn to the island. Though the previous night was no doubt a tense one, it was free of violence, likely leaving a few of the contestants with a false sense of security. With the island waking up, it was time for it to remind them of the dangerous game they were playing.

Even though the number of destroyed monitors was rising, the rabbit still grinned widely as he appeared on the remaining ones, paws held in the air.

"Wake up!" he yelled. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" He spun around three times, giggling and laughing, wobbling on his feet slightly when he was done. "You guys sure are resilient! It's natural for humans! Well, and a dog, I guess. You've managed to last the whole night without dying... isn't that weird? I know it's weird! There should be soooo much death, you know? I mean, if there are no more deaths, then everyone dies, and that would just suck, huh? Suck, suck, suck! Woohoo, yep!"

The rabbit then seemed to pause.

"One thing, though. One thing I just happened to not mention because who really cares? You see, all of the notable locations on the island - the ones marked on your maps - represent different zones. Each location emits a signal that covers a wide area... and to facilitate movement, your king has decreed that each one will eventually become a danger zone! If you happen to be in a zone when it becomes dangerous, well... better get hopping! Your collar will start beeping and boom, boom, boom! Each morning, I'll announce new danger zones, just because I'm so helpful! Unfortunately, I happened to not mention this morning's new danger zone, leaving someone a little confused as they totally went EXPLOSION-LIKE!"

The rabbit crossed his arms. "But you'll hear more about that tonight, hopefully after a few more deaths, right? You know, I hope that, because today... one death won't cut it. We can't have everyone getting by on accidental deaths, can we? So, excuse the death we just had this morning, but the thirty of you better get to it! Just stay away from the Open-Air Baths, all right? Have a nice time!"

30 Contestants Remain

Last Known Locations

North Side

Port
- Snake-Eyes
- Mukuro Ikusaba
- Max Payne

Coral Reef Beach
- Jinx

Helicopter Crash Site
- Nathan Drake
- Scoobert "Scooby" Doo

Lighthouse
- Curly Brace
- Robert E.O. Speedwagon
- Stick

Gazebo and Garden
- Erin
- Daisy Fitzroy

Warehouse
- Wilson Fisk
- Mike Erhmantraut
- Sara Lance

Caves
- Lara Croft

South Side

School Building
- Chihiro Fujisaki

Open-Air Baths - DANGER ZONE!

Village Square
-

Ranch
- Hammer Girl
- The Survivor

Cliffs
-

Woods
- Isabel "Dizzy" Flores
- Hideo Kawamura
- Jason Todd
- Michiko Malandro
- Frank Castle
- Harley Quinn
- Mabel Pines
- Cyberconnect2

Mysterious Building
- Avery Johnson
- Leo Barnes
- Jack the Ripper
- Kraven the Hunter

~Cast List~
@T.O.M. as Red Hood/Jason Todd
@C.T. as Frank Castle
@Ringmaster as "Hammer Girl"
@OrlandoBloomers as Wilson Fisk
@The Silver Paladin as Mukuro Ikusaba
@CrunchyCHEEZIT as Robert E.O. Speedwagon
@Ramboing as Nathan Drake
@Archmage Jeremiah as Jinx
@Cromartie Sarkissian as Sara Lance
@Indolent as Isabel "Dizzy" Flores
@Takumi as Michiko Malandro
@Jeremi as Snake-Eyes
@york as Curly Brace
@Bomb as Cyberconnect2
@DapperDogman as The Survivor
@Schnee Corp Lawyer as Harley Quinn
@TheColourlessRainbow as Nick Wilde
@Krieg as Daisy Fitzroy
@Gummi Bunnies as Hideo Kawamura
@LuckycoolHawk9 as Scoobert "Scooby" Doo
@Gwazi Magnum as Stick
@Verite as Max Payne
@Josh M as Mike Erhmantraut
@Archwar as Avery Johnson
@Thuro 116 Pendragon as Lara Croft
@Hospes as Mabel Pines
@ResistingTheEnlightened as Leo Barnes
@Mighty Roman as Kraven the Hunter
@Crow as Jack the Ripper​

Speedwagon heard some rumbling downstairs, immediately spinning about and smacking his head into a wooden wall as he prepared to strike down a foe.

Cartoony birds circled about Speedwagons head as he stumbled backwards and then toppled over, muttering "diiid you seee that, old man zepelliiii~?" as he sailed to the floor.

*THUD*

Snoooooreee...

Like a baby, Speedwagon withdrawed from consciousness cooly.

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"...snooore...damn you woman, I wanted peaches, not oranges...snoore.."

"...LALI-HO--"

A long piece of plywood would topple over, tumbling against the ground with a wooden knock. In an instant, Speedwagons eyes suddenly snapped open, the distant ember of morning peeping through the musky windows of the Lighthouse. Sitting up and rubbing his neck, he looked around to make sure he was still alive and was not having another fever dream-- realizing he still had his ball-peen hammer and his survival pack, he seemed to remain within the mortal coil. "I suppose I fell asleep...why does my head ache?" he wondered aloud, rubbing his sore forehead.

Robert would examine his surroundings, recognizing the cold, damp environment of the inner Lighthouse. However, he didn't immediately notice Curly Brace, who seemed to be gone. "Huh?! Where did Miss Brace go? Did she steal any of my stuff?!" Speedwagon obviously considered the idea of Curly stealing his gear. Checking through his survival pack once more, Speedwagon sighed as he found everything was in order.

Rising to feet and dusting his clothes off, he began to ponder further. "Well, it would seem that blasted rabbit has invaded my dreams again! Does that someone has...already died?" Speedwagon paused for dramatic effect, gulping. "...I was hoping for a w-waiting period first! Huh, no matter! Robert E.O. Speedwagon is not afraid of death!! Hell, if I was, I would have probably been dead from cowardice! I have to find others, perhaps some...allies. Yes, allies!" Speedwagon would smile, pounding his fist into his hand.

"This game is easy. I am good at making allies, just need to give them some of the classic Speedwagon charm. A sniff and some free advice, and they'd follow me into battle, heh!", Speedwagon would briefly take his hat off and slick his dirty blonde hair back, ready to influence some pawns--

....

Some allies into helping him in this game.

"This is a lighthouse, right? If I can get up to the upper level, perhaps I can get a good view of this island-- scope it out abit, and see if I can spot anyone."

Deciding this was the best course of action, Speedwagon began to ascend the stairs to the top of the lighthouse.

@york @Gwazi Magnum @Atomyk @Anybody heading to the lighthouse​

Curly Brace
@CrunchyCHEEZIT @Gwazi Magnum @Atomyk @Lighthouse Folks

"Oogh... Did I... Power down?" Curly mumbled wearily, getting herself up off the ground... She blinked "Wait a minute... I think I... Fell asleep..." she stretched a little... She certainly felt a bit refreshed from doing so, but, she did remember there might be someone else in the lighthouse... However, none of them died tonight, so, maybe they were safe, for now that is... Seeing that Speedwagon was already up, monologuing, sorta of, and that he headed off to the top of the Lighthouse, she shrugged, following up upstairs. She did want to get a good look at their surroundings too, but... She couldn't be too carefull.

"Hey! Wait up! We don't want someone ambushing you, right?" She said, though, she sounded more happy-go-lucky than anything as she spoke... Was she Naiive? Or, was she just trying to brighten the situation, it was a bit hard to tell, but, it seemed she was a little too used to being thrown into situations, where many lives were thrown on the line, but... How was she so cheerfull despite it all?



​

 

[Cromartie Sarkissian]

Sara Lance- Warehouse
Sara lance awoke once more, almost falling from her window side perch. She had failed dammit; she stood have remained vigilant, conscious for the whole night long. Nightmares had gained power over the assassin again, probably brought on by the thought of...no...she couldn't do it again. Not murder. Not to innocents.

What was she doing? Trusting these men...helping them...planing murder with them. It was against everything she had stood for...everything. How Fisk and Mike had talked about these bomb collars...talking about them as easily as if they were toys. Ninety seconds...enough time for someone to cry and to scream, to cry about their regrets...but not to break free. That was Ta-er's conclusion. They were wasting their time with trying to escape, and she was damned if she let herself kill...her only hope was to wait it out, or die trying.

But these two...pigs..monsters. They were not innocents...If she let them survive, they would happily kill even children to remain safe...perhaps just to gain hold of their collars for more tests....tests she would've helped them complete if she stayed...Maybe they would deserve to meet their ends. Maybe it would be justice to let them die...

She continued to stare at their sleeping...or at least distracted bodies


No, even that would be wrong.....it would be...cruel

She just needed to leave, get away as fast as possible; Mike could put up a good chase, but Fisk would not last a moment of running.

Thus, she grabbed the duo's food supplies, leaving their heavier weapons, and escaped into early morning. She didn't care if she awoke her former allies

@Josh M @Orlando Bloomers
BETRAYED
(Kill me if you can; I'm going down fighting, punks!!)
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