"H-Hey! Get back here!" Gon exclaimed, clenching his fist as the villain made quick work of the six promised individuals and then being on his way, just like that. Of course, in the event that he did come back, it wasn't like the group would have been able to do anything about it most likely, unless like all the other challenges they'd faced before, he was conveniently weak to their FLUDD machines, not that they had much of a chance to exactly use it.
Clicking his tongue and gritting his teeth in frustration, the boy shook his head. Whoever this boss was that the bad man, if one could even call him a man, was in cahoots with, it seemed that he definitely had more in store for them. But what the endgame was (no pun intended), who could say for sure? Where was all this senseless violence leading to? And most importantly, how would they all be able to spring it back on him and pay him back in full for everything he'd inflicted upon everyone?
"They're... They're dead," the boy said somberly as Yumeko regained her consciousness, "Whoever's behind all this, looks like we're just a little closer to figuring out who it is, but not what they're after," he guessed, before turning to the Doctor and Hina, who were nearby, before clenching his fists, a sign of enthusiasm and energy that he mustered up, unlike before when he shook his fists in disdain at the murderer.
"I'm just glad that you two are alive! You're my closest friends here on Isle Delfino anyway, and I wouldn't know what I'd do! Probably something crazy, huh?"
@Kaykay @Yun Lee @Jeremi
It was a bit ironic to be shot, and actually be fatally wounded, after being shot at so many times back home. Yato didn't utter a word as he started to bleed out, collapsing onto the ground and dying quickly.
Finding himself in a completely new area with what he could easily assume was Bowser's son, the god was mildly confused until he remembered what Mary had told them upon being 'brought back to life'.
He felt bad for Mary having to watch over the mini overgrown lizard, and he also felt bad for Starlow, who had been dead a while.
"Hey, is this what you're crying over? If there's more I can make some." Yato spoke up, motioning to the spilt mac and cheese. He was still a bit confused, but deciding to go along with it until he could get some answers.
@thatguyinthestore @Mason Moretti @York @J A Y F R OM T H E 6 I X @Kentucky @Yun Lee @afterlife
"..."
It all happened so fast. Their area had been cleared, the familiar glow enveloping her and the others, before they all headed back. There was a woman she wasn't sure she had seen before; the one in charge of this game. Her heart clenched as such was revealed, but not as much as it did when it was revealed that this woman wasn't what she appeared. Rather, 'she' was the beast from when they first landed, in all of it's glory. And worse yet, wielding a gun. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, fear ringing clear in her eyes.
It happened so fast. The cocking of a gun, the pull of a trigger, and the bang that resonated following it. The piercing of skin, the splattering of blood through the air and onto the ground, the thud of a body hitting the ground. It was as though her senses were superhuman in that moment, the tiniest sounds registering as loud as explosions in her ears as the world fell apart. She was rendered frozen as another gunshot followed the first, and another after that, and two more thereafter. Her hands itched to press themselves to her ears, to block out the dreadful sounds that she was certain would haunt her for the rest of her lifetime as people were stricken down, one after another in front of her.
Nothing horrified her as much as what came with the last gunshot.
The barrel had not been aimed at her, but that didn't matter. For all intents and purposes, it may as well have been, an overwhelming pain shooting through her that undoubtedly outmatched what any bullet could cause. It was as though the thing had hit her as opposed to the man in the sweatshirt, piercing her heart with the intensity of a thousand fires as she watched the man fall in what seemed like slow motion. Blood sprayed out of his body as the bullet hit him, the force of it and lull of gravity combined pulling him towards the ground in a display that immediately led Hiyori's features to morph into agonized horror as a simple word tried to pass her lips, stammered as though trapped in her throat before coming out in a full on scream.
It was uncertain how or when it happened, but she found herself a few feet away from his side, having tripped about halfway through her frantic unknowing run. She dragged herself over to him, uncaring about the scrapes that formed on her hands and knees from her crazed scramble to him, her entire body quaking as she lifted her hands over him, as though searching for something she could do to help. But instead all she could do was sit there as her lips quivered, body following suit.
There was only faint, momentary hesitation from the girl before she wrapped herself around him, not caring about the blood that covered her as she huddled against him with arms wrapped around him. Tears steadily formed in her eyes, coursing down her cheeks and falling gently against the male's unmoving form as a multitude of sobs parted her lips. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. They had come so far together, she couldn't bear even the thought of losing him, let alone it coming to reality.
"Come back to me.. Y-Yato..." she murmured almost inaudibly through a sob, unable to bring herself to care that she was soaking the already blood-covered form of the man she cared so much about in tears now. No, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he come back. She couldn't bear losing him, the one thing she had left in all of this insanity. The one thing she could cling to and rely on no matter what. No matter how much she teased him or threatened, she loved him. She couldn't handle this. And as the familiar, wonderful scent she had come to know and cherish that came with his presence began to fade, drowned out by the scent of blood, she could only process one thought.
You promised...
@Nobodyreally
"..."
It all happened so fast. Their area had been cleared, the familiar glow enveloping her and the others, before they all headed back. There was a woman she wasn't sure she had seen before; the one in charge of this game. Her heart clenched as such was revealed, but not as much as it did when it was revealed that this woman wasn't what she appeared. Rather, 'she' was the beast from when they first landed, in all of it's glory. And worse yet, wielding a gun. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, fear ringing clear in her eyes.
It happened so fast. The cocking of a gun, the pull of a trigger, and the bang that resonated following it. The piercing of skin, the splattering of blood through the air and onto the ground, the thud of a body hitting the ground. It was as though her senses were superhuman in that moment, the tiniest sounds registering as loud as explosions in her ears as the world fell apart. She was rendered frozen as another gunshot followed the first, and another after that, and two more thereafter. Her hands itched to press themselves to her ears, to block out the dreadful sounds that she was certain would haunt her for the rest of her lifetime as people were stricken down, one after another in front of her.
Nothing horrified her as much as what came with the last gunshot.
The barrel had not been aimed at her, but that didn't matter. For all intents and purposes, it may as well have been, an overwhelming pain shooting through her that undoubtedly outmatched what any bullet could cause. It was as though the thing had hit her as opposed to the man in the sweatshirt, piercing her heart with the intensity of a thousand fires as she watched the man fall in what seemed like slow motion. Blood sprayed out of his body as the bullet hit him, the force of it and lull of gravity combined pulling him towards the ground in a display that immediately led Hiyori's features to morph into agonized horror as a simple word tried to pass her lips, stammered as though trapped in her throat before coming out in a full on scream.
It was uncertain how or when it happened, but she found herself a few feet away from his side, having tripped about halfway through her frantic unknowing run. She dragged herself over to him, uncaring about the scrapes that formed on her hands and knees from her crazed scramble to him, her entire body quaking as she lifted her hands over him, as though searching for something she could do to help. But instead all she could do was sit there as her lips quivered, body following suit.
There was only faint, momentary hesitation from the girl before she wrapped herself around him, not caring about the blood that covered her as she huddled against him with arms wrapped around him. Tears steadily formed in her eyes, coursing down her cheeks and falling gently against the male's unmoving form as a multitude of sobs parted her lips. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. They had come so far together, she couldn't bear even the thought of losing him, let alone it coming to reality.
"Come back to me.. Y-Yato..." she murmured almost inaudibly through a sob, unable to bring herself to care that she was soaking the already blood-covered form of the man she cared so much about in tears now. No, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he come back. She couldn't bear losing him, the one thing she had left in all of this insanity. The one thing she could cling to and rely on no matter what. No matter how much she teased him or threatened, she loved him. She couldn't handle this. And as the familiar, wonderful scent she had come to know and cherish that came with his presence began to fade, drowned out by the scent of blood, she could only process one thought.
You promised...
@Nobodyreally
The artist scoffed when Risky would tell him to open his eyes. "I'm of the opinion that my eyes are more open than yours. Let's say the dead do come back to life, does that mean they don't deserve any respect right now? I think not," he grumbled, clenching his fists again. "But it's as Mary-san said, we haven't any proof that they will return to us. Supernatural circumstances aside, those who die do not normally regain life. I'd like to believe they will, but it would be most vacuous for us to cling to hope that they may reappear."
Before he would say anything else, the boy would at last hear Hiyori's voice. He was grateful he hadn't walked all the way to Noki Bay yet and that he still had a chance to reach her. "Excuse me," he said to his friends, turning to head in Hiyori's direction before he would continue onward. He stopped behind Hiyori, seeing that Shantae was already at work to comfort the girl. The boy then froze for a moment, unsure as to what he should say to her...
When it came down to it, Yusuke didn't really know how to comfort people very well. His sensei--the man who raised him--hadn't been the kindest and most caring of individuals so, in turn, Yusuke hadn't learned how to be a kind and comforting person. Everything the artist knew about such things came from his naturally good-natured soul. But still, that didn't mean he knew how to very well comfort a person who had just lost someone they loved.
Eventually, he brought himself to place a hand on her shoulder, forcing himself to make some sort of movement. "I am... very sorry about what happened to Yato-sama. I... admired him," Yusuke said, his own words causing his heart to sink in his chest. "I... promised him I would look out for you, so if there is anything at all I can do to aide you, please allow me to do so," he stated softly. "Alesha-san and I--along with a couple others--are going to Noki Bay. You are most welcome to accompany us," he added after a moment. He felt as if he were failing badly at helping her, but Yusuke was doing the best that he could.
@Archmage Jeremiah @Midnight Maiden @Khan of the Mardu @thatguyinthestore @Those heading for Noki Bay
"..."
It all happened so fast. Their area had been cleared, the familiar glow enveloping her and the others, before they all headed back. There was a woman she wasn't sure she had seen before; the one in charge of this game. Her heart clenched as such was revealed, but not as much as it did when it was revealed that this woman wasn't what she appeared. Rather, 'she' was the beast from when they first landed, in all of it's glory. And worse yet, wielding a gun. She felt her breath hitch in her throat, fear ringing clear in her eyes.
It happened so fast. The cocking of a gun, the pull of a trigger, and the bang that resonated following it. The piercing of skin, the splattering of blood through the air and onto the ground, the thud of a body hitting the ground. It was as though her senses were superhuman in that moment, the tiniest sounds registering as loud as explosions in her ears as the world fell apart. She was rendered frozen as another gunshot followed the first, and another after that, and two more thereafter. Her hands itched to press themselves to her ears, to block out the dreadful sounds that she was certain would haunt her for the rest of her lifetime as people were stricken down, one after another in front of her.
Nothing horrified her as much as what came with the last gunshot.
The barrel had not been aimed at her, but that didn't matter. For all intents and purposes, it may as well have been, an overwhelming pain shooting through her that undoubtedly outmatched what any bullet could cause. It was as though the thing had hit her as opposed to the man in the sweatshirt, piercing her heart with the intensity of a thousand fires as she watched the man fall in what seemed like slow motion. Blood sprayed out of his body as the bullet hit him, the force of it and lull of gravity combined pulling him towards the ground in a display that immediately led Hiyori's features to morph into agonized horror as a simple word tried to pass her lips, stammered as though trapped in her throat before coming out in a full on scream.
It was uncertain how or when it happened, but she found herself a few feet away from his side, having tripped about halfway through her frantic unknowing run. She dragged herself over to him, uncaring about the scrapes that formed on her hands and knees from her crazed scramble to him, her entire body quaking as she lifted her hands over him, as though searching for something she could do to help. But instead all she could do was sit there as her lips quivered, body following suit.
There was only faint, momentary hesitation from the girl before she wrapped herself around him, not caring about the blood that covered her as she huddled against him with arms wrapped around him. Tears steadily formed in her eyes, coursing down her cheeks and falling gently against the male's unmoving form as a multitude of sobs parted her lips. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. They had come so far together, she couldn't bear even the thought of losing him, let alone it coming to reality.
"Come back to me.. Y-Yato..." she murmured almost inaudibly through a sob, unable to bring herself to care that she was soaking the already blood-covered form of the man she cared so much about in tears now. No, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he come back. She couldn't bear losing him, the one thing she had left in all of this insanity. The one thing she could cling to and rely on no matter what. No matter how much she teased him or threatened, she loved him. She couldn't handle this. And as the familiar, wonderful scent she had come to know and cherish that came with his presence began to fade, drowned out by the scent of blood, she could only process one thought.
You promised...
@Nobodyreally
"Of course I'm Bowser Jr you dummy!" The young koopa replied, sounding annoyed that Starlow didn't know who he was.
That wasn't what Yato meant at all, but at least there was something of interest from all of that.
"Rock and roll? Then I-No must be involved. She used her guitar to bring Mary back from the dead, and Mary said something about babysitting a little turtle, then the overgrown lizard got mad and started sating something about a son." Yato explained before looking at Bowser Jr.
"A scientist? Where is he?" he asked then, intending to look for the man-after making the little turtle his mac and cheese.
Speaking of, he made sure to set the bowl in front of Bowser Jr. once it was done. This whole situation was straight up weird, more weird than what he was used to.
@thatguyinthestore @Mason Moretti @York @J A Y F R OM T H E 6 I X @Kentucky @Yun Lee @afterlife
Ritsuka followed Yamashiro. "The flowers would be nice. It'd probably give us a bit of a break." She said.
Yamashiro wondered if Ernesti and Ritsuka would go along, but for now she decided on heading to Pinna Park. She still hoped they would tag along, and maybe Luigi as well.
"I've decided on doing the work for the flowers, they make the world a nicer place after all!"
@Yun Lee @Minerva @Crow @thatguyinthestore
