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Most people would be alarmed at such a proposal, but Gwen believed it was worth a try. It would either be proved that they're immortal, or they would have one less burden to bear. "I guess that's one way to settle the argument...", she remarked, indirectly agreeing. Her words were spoken in a low tone, to avoid sounding as though she fully approved.

"I'd love to stay and provide morale support, but I'd better escort Eureka out of the room before she gets too...ah... mushy", Gwen interposed after Lakota spoke. At first, she gently grabbed hold of Eureka's arm, but then tightened her grip and forced her out of the room with her.

Halfway through the door frame, she turned back for a brief word.

"Oh! and, uh, Leon?... Go for the jugular."
 
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Leon laid his hand on Eureka's shoulder. "Step out into the hall, Eureka. If he's right, then everything will be fine. We might even be able to learn more this time." He gently urged her towards the hall, and then addressed Gwen. "I already know what I'm going to do." He then slowly guided Lakota to lie down onto the table. "I'll try to make this as quick as possible. I can't promise it'll be painless, but I know that it'll do the trick."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Lakota just side eyed Leon.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Look man I been shot and stabbed before, I am not looking for fucking painless, I'm looking for answers, so let's make it quick or are we going to kiss even though we just met and I think this is the nicest conversation between the two of us right now," Lakota retorted.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Leon shook his head and looked around for a tool with which to do what he needed to do. "Well, I can't say I see intent to murder as being [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]nice[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent], per se, but at least it's something. Whatever the hell you've been through, you're still alive. Whether you think so or not, this isn't going to be like anything you've ever experienced. Trust me, I've already been there."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Is it really intent to murder when I've given you permission to do it? It's more like assisted homicide,"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Who even knows anymore? This shit is FUBAR as hell." [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"If we get out of this, or I get out of it. We'll need to do a lot of drinking afterward, a lot of fucking drinking,"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Heh. I've never been one to run to alcohol to escape my problems. They always come back in force as soon as morning rolls around, and then you have to deal with a hangover to boot. After it's over, we might as well just put it behind us. Whatever happens, happens. Those are the words I live by."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Those are the words of a pussy. Look man, this shit is fucked, more fucked up than any fucking acid I ever dropped in my whole entire existence. Alcohol can be something you run towards, but sometimes it's just a celebration to say I made it out of this shit. Just don't eat the whole bag of shrooms, k?"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Leon laughed quietly to himself. "I guess that's a better way of looking at it. Now, are we going to keep talking, or are we going to get this over with?"[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Yeah yeah, quit your jabbering, kill me or something," Lakota bit his bottom lip, before slowly releasing it from the jail of his own teeth. He couldn't say he was nervous or disclosed how he felt about the situation. Behind the charm was maybe a hint of anxiety about all of this.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Leon picked up a scalpel off of one of the trays near the other cots. He approached Lakota and tilted his chin up. "Well, here goes nothing." Leon drew back his hand and with one quick, forceful slash, slit Lakota's throat, from one side to the other, severing his carotid and jugular arteries. He watched as it happened, but as the blood began to flow, Leon turned away. "See you on the other side."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]It's not like it was the first time he had died. He had died three times already though those were different. The adrenaline kicks in and at first you don't recognize it. Usually people experience the shock before the pain, but there really was no shock because he couldn't see the blood. Only the feeling of being numb and cold. Blood running down his neck, warm, like the time you spilled ramen noodles all down your shirt. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]When you "wake" up. It's not really waking up. Jesus, even in hell he was blind. Fuck him backwards. Except that there was something in the shadows. Was it strange to Lakota, he could "see" in this darkness. There was something slithering in the shadows. He could barely make out, the silhouette of tentacles. The shadows shifting.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Ah," The Restart spoke, his voice echoing off the shadows as if they were walls, "You've returned to me Leon. And this one." Lakota swore he could see in the darkness some kind of shape slithering around them. Whoever or whatever this thing was. It was one not human and two fucking massive, "you're clever. For street scum."[/BCOLOR]
 
Eureka gently placed her hand on top of Leon's as he pushed her out of the room, whether to comfort herself or him, she couldn't tell. She only let go once The Doctor grabbed her arm and whisked her away. She didn't fight it. Instead, she hung onto The Doctor just like she did to Lakota. "I'm not really a fan of death..." she whispered into The Doctor's arm, "It's so haunting...you can never get away from it." Her hand moved down to lace around The Doctor's, and she pulled herself away and looked towards the door of the medical bay. She had never seen someone be so okay with dying, so ready and willing for it. Her mother hated the thought of it. She was always in tip top shape, her skin bright and tight with botox and anti-age creams. She researched all the dangers of everything they did, she was prepared for everything. She said she would not die until she was remembered by the world. Eureka wondered if she would ever see her mother achieve that goal, though, somewhere inside her, she doubted it. Somewhere, she knew, she would never leave this ship. Eureka sighed and tightened her grip on The Doctor's hand.
 
Fortunately, Eureka didn't make a fuss, and didn't even fight against Gwen's pull. The way she clung to people, it was endearing, almost as endearing as it was annoying. With the door a few paces behind them, and closed, Gwen stood with her back against the cold wall. She stared at the opposite wall blankly, while Eureka stood next to her, gripping her arm.

"Metaphysically speaking, death isn't bad at all", she began speaking somewhat quietly, in an eerily neutral voice, still staring at the wall. "You never feel, see, hear, smell or taste anything ever again. No more pleasure... but no more pain. Fear, anxiety, hatred, doubt... all gone. Not to mention you lose your sense of time, and your conscious mind finally shuts up. That means you won't even be aware that you're dead, or that anything is wrong, or that anything is missing. Finally free from the oppressive grip of your own desires. It's like a state of... emptiness? No... a state of perfection. To experience existence is to endure a world of constant chaos and change, as you feel yourself beginning to rot away from the moment of birth. To be is to be imperfect. Not to be is perfect stillness."

Gwen shifted slightly, and adjusted her posture, hardly realizing she went off on a bit of a tangent. "It isn't death you're afraid of, love. It's pain, and the process of dying. Both of which are parts of life, not death. Death is what frees us from it all...", she concluded, hearing strange noises from the room not far away.
 
[BCOLOR=transparent]Death and twisting the nature of men was what defined them. Defined us. Defined our very existence. They twisted people I knew. Friends I had, into monsters who maimed and murder each other. Fear. Paranoia. I remember those emotions as I watch the same events unfold. Stolen from us. Taken from us. Humanity tainted and twisted from us and the nightmares persisted. Like some laughable joke. Like we lived in the twisted tales of the Divine Comedy itself.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]I had always prided myself as a man of science. Yet, now I am a man of lost sins. Lost through time, lost through alterations. A survivor. But not truly survived. Not truly to have ever survived. Only seeing their twisted visage once before. As they put new passengers to sleep in a vessel they stole. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]These are the things I remember so clearly. Now there are individuals, being twisted for the purpose of some unnatural beings game. Confused and lost to what to do next. And I see the shadows the two men have become. Only hollow images of themselves.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]There's not just five people here. Nor are there six. But several. Several always passing through alterations and time and now I see that it is my time to assist. Albeit it may be too late. Albeit it may make me more suspicious in their eyes. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Security code unlocked. Rooms have been provided for your comfortable stay. Please head up the stairs and follow the path to the left.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Gwen, Eureka, Lakota, and Leon heard from the automated system. As another hallway seemed to magically appear before their eyes. Well before three of their eyes. A stairway with another set of caution sign like railing heading up more clanking and rusting machinery. At first no one was sure if they should head that way or not.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]The day had gotten certainly strange. Both Lakota and Leon had revived from the dead. Neither them a single scratch on their body. But there was an impression, a hollow impression in their body. Like a scar left on their soul. A mark in their minds burning like hell. It drove rage through them. The burning desire to kill.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]If they weren't killers before. They certainly were now. It said to them in the back of their mind. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Hunt. Hunt. Prey and Kill. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]They were not the same men. On the surface though no one could tell this. They looked and sounded exactly as they were. But inside their minds was a psychopathic parasite with the burning itch to strangle each and every single person on this ship.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Hormones of rage. Burning desires to kill. It was strong. And it would be hard for either of them to feign normalcy at this point. Because they burned with the very temptation to just grab a blade right now and jam it through either one of these people's eyes. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Finally deciding to move forward first was Leon. Who stepped through the hallway and took the lead. Which angered new Lakota. It was for a flash, that neither Eureka nor Gwen caught. That Lakota and Leon shared more of an animal and predatorial gaze at each other. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Not a gaze two humans would share with each other. But more like dogs ready to rip one another's throat out if the other got in the way of the other. They felt more animal inside too. Less human. Harder to cognitively process human thought process. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]More in their hearts was the burning passion of an animal. Like a werewolf feast on blood in the full moon. When they headed up the stairs. They saw rooms with numbers and letters on them. The rooms were all marked 1A, 2A, 3A, and so on so forth.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]There were more rooms than there were people on board which seemed strange to anyone else. It was suspicious and unusual. Yet, they all looked at each other. How could any of them choose a room, like they were moving into a house? Like children deciding which room they wanted and arguing amongst each other and their parents for the best room.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"Eureka," Leon spoke, slowly, "You should take the first room. We have learned we cannot die. So why don't we take advantage of it. If Lakota can come back, so can the rest of us. So we really have nothing else to worry about."[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]It was the first time Lakota "looked" without looking towards Leon.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"I concur with this notion, I saw whatever the hell he was talking about and dat shit not necessary," Lakota sputtered.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Eureka being the easy and gullible type, saw that perhaps it would be a good idea. Of course Leon would know the best course of action, correct? [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]@Shadow @harleygore @Redsun_Criminal - Expect a PM Before You Post[/BCOLOR]
 
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Leon stood in the doorway of room 4 A. "We should keep a watch. Lakota, you should take the first shift. Gwen, you can take second. I'll take third, and Eureka can take fourth, if we're asleep long enough to need it." He stepped into the room. There was a fog over his thoughts, making it hard to think. He fought through it as well as he could, dismissing it as being the stress of all of these strange events catching up with him. He probably wasn't going to sleep tonight; his insomnia always had a habit of showing it's teeth when he was too stressed out.
 
Eureka twiddled her thumbs at the declaration of her new room. The very first one. It was like she was on showcase for whatever was out there, waiting to kill them like it did Leon. She could imagine her slipping on her night clothing, and a monstrous being slithering right up behind her, teeth sharpened, deciding to rip her apart because she was the first pretty body it's seen. Although, she didn't understand what he meant, by taking the chance of having her in the first room. She guessed it was for the best, they all seemed much smarter than she, and she didn't know how to make any decision by herself. But they gave her the fourth watch, she would be able to get the most sleep. Her mother always said beauty sleep was aaabsolutely essential. For no reason at all, and very absent mindedly, she reached forward and squeezed The Doctor's hand. "Okay," she agreed, and entered her new room without another sound.
 
Gwen followed the others towards the rooms. In recent news, Lakota was unharmed, meaning she now had evidence to believe none of this needed to be taken too seriously, and all she cared about right now was getting some sleep. As such, she didn't care much for Leon's plan to watch out for danger. Actually, she didn't care much for anything that required her to be conscious at the moment. Maybe if she managed to fall asleep, she mused, this damnable place would fade away and she would wake in her apartment... No robots, no mechanical sounds, no people... just her. Alone.

Trading this foreign nightmare for a familiar one.

She half-heartedly agreed to Leon's plan, "Yeah, alright, sure. I'm going to get some shut-eye, then". Before she could walk towards the second room, however, Eureka grabbed her hand without warning. Once she let go, Gwendolyn shot her hand away defencively, and felt it with her other hand as if it had just been injured. She watched Eureka disappear into her room before walking tiredly into her own.
 
Your GM Should Really Fucking Write His Post

To Be Continued Will be Edited Later, no die post, and a promise to myself to fucking do this shite
 
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