Day 4 Morning

[The Spirit]

You hear a shrill voice that is clearly not the Spirit's. The Warlock begins to speak. "You heroes are boring me. Lets see if I can entertain myself."

The ground rumbles beneath you and you have a bad feeling that the island isn't going to be this big much longer.

All edges of the map will disappear within 6 OOC hours
The storm that was occurring is still occurring.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Before Easter Egg

Thunder crackled and terrifying lances of electric might followed, impaling the landscape hap-hazardously as Orihime, Victor, and Sasuke marched against the coming storm’s vicious winds. Their recent battles had taken their toll on the group and though their morale was high, serious signs of fatigue had begun to show.

Sasuke favored his right shoulder as he led the trio of primes through the island’s underbrush. His clothes were torn, stained with blood, and stuck to his skin with sweat. His pace had slowed immensely and with every step the ninja took, tiny alarm bells, the size of pins and needles, rang throughout his psyche. The ninja was wounded. He had thrown caution to the wind and been too overzealous, forgetting that which was most paramount. Caution had very much been an attribute to his success in the Abyss.

Still, the shinobi wore a million and one Omnilium smile as he trudged through the malnourished foliage and undergrowth. They had acquired not one, but two relics and they were that much closer to completing the task. An extraordinarily better position than his first two days on the island, but, not quite the cause for the shinobi’s delight. Tried and tested, his dragon eggs were the real deal. Mythical creatures of legend that pierced the battlefield with aerial assaults of death, inspiring vigor within any who bared witness. Gnarly as the warlock’s abomination they fought was, it fell all the same, and to think, he could have unleashed both of his dragons! The shinobi’s glee freely expressed itself, very soon Sasuke would catch wind of Itachi, slay him, and avenge his clan.

Alarm. Shock. Fear.

Pain, anguish, and feebleness overtook the shinobi, halting his progression against the island. His injuries were more than serious, they would be debilitating if he didn’t rest. He cursed himself with foul criticism; the Uchiha believed himself an adept shinobi, capable in almost any situation and he knew it to be true, but here he was wounded like some novice Genin.

The ninja’s eyes grew in size before he allowed a chuckle to escape from his diaphragm. He was, in fact, just a Genin of the Leaf. Omni had seen to that, when he interrupted Sasuke’s bout with Gaara, all that long time ago. Still, the shinobi had been through this, he was no novice, and should have avoided such careless injuries; his criticism was well-earned.

The ninja felt the presence of someone observing him and composed his posture. “Sasuke-” it was Victor who spoke, but the ninja quickly interrupted him.

“Not yet,” lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the ninja’s face as he growled, “just a bit further,” feigning rejuvenation and concealing the severity of his abrasions, “then we’ll make camp. We can all rest up, I’m sure we all need it.”

“That’s fine,” the ginger-haired female stepped forward and agreed before voicing her own concerns, “but all those people that died. We haven’t said one thing about them. They died! What about them?!”

Victor’s expression shifted, catching the stern eye of the Uchiha before he answered with, “Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.”

Orihime blinked a blank expression and the ninja elaborated, “I’m sure you got the same greeting with your invitation, like the rest of us.” Compassion exuded from the shinobi as his words left his lips, “If anyone put on a show, worthy of being reborn, it was those androids. I’m sure this won’t be the last we hear of them.”

Androids. Androids? That’s what they were, right? This fuckin’ place…

The girl’s swollen eyes seemed to retreat in size, “You think?”

“I know,” the ninja all but winked at her, “now, let’s get a move on. We still have a helpless spirit to free.”

“Right!” the girl exclaimed, completely reenergized and motivated back on the task. Victor nodded his head in agreement and like that they fought their way through a storm that fought as hard as any guardian they had encountered.

***

*CRASH*

“WHERE ARE THEY?!”

Victor Wolfe awoke to a start with his leader thrashing and ransacking the make shift camp they had assembled just hours before. “What’s going on?” the assassin inquired.

The shinobi turned away from the target of his current wraith, revealing a set of blazing red, crimson eyes upon the assassin, “That harlot has played us,” the Uchiha fumed, “she has gone and stolen both relics!”

[Schwi Dola]

Desco just watched as Ururu gathered the materials and lit the fire. Something about letting all the others know where the Warlock is. Desco didn't have much opinion on that. She probably would not have thought about doing it and doing it now Desco didn't really see any cons. If the enemies all came here to fight that would make things a lot easier.

But Desco wasn't feeling very good. Her shoulders and back were feeling better but still sore and damaged. Now one of her tentacles had a hole in it. The neighboring tentacle stretched and wrapped around it. Looked kind of odd but it stopped the bleeding and protected the wound from the elements and infection.

"Hey Ururuchan?" Desco tried to get Ururu's attention but she seemed to not hear Desco and was focused on piling up material to burn. So Desco just waited for her to finish and followed her as she ran off. After going a while she finally, and suddenly, collapsed on some soft grass. Ururu looked like she was hurting as much as Desco.

"I'm tired of all of this Desco. I just want to go. This place isn't worth it anymore." Desco nodded. she kind of understood that. "You aren't having fun? Desco is having fun, we almost killed that hero!" Despite her condition Desco was still happy. Demons were not so easily phased. The pain Desco endured while in Daddy's lab was often much more intense and lasted for hours. Not to mention that Prinnies suffered far worse than this at her own hand.

[Belle]

Belle pulled the knot tighter around her arm with her teeth. The sleeve of her jacket was an unfortunate sacrifice, but one that had to be made. With some chagrin, she hoped that there weren't too many other cannibals lurking in the forest - she kind of liked her shirt, even if it was stained with blood, and she would rather not have to start taking pieces out of it, too.

She chuckled. Right. That was assuming she even made it that far. It seemed like every few hours someone else was lining up to take their pound of flesh. It wasn't even the injuries themselves that were the problem - it was the blood. She felt lightheaded, unsteady. She stumbled over tree roots and had to take breaks often. More than once she suggested to the two that they take the shield and go, that she could survive on her own - she was just slowing them down.

It didn't take. Mickey and Protoman were, as she had put it before, real OG heroes. They weren't about to let her go off on her own, especially after what had just happened. She would just have to find a way to keep going.

Easy words when you were sitting at home watching cartoons. Battered and bloody, her stomach twisting in knots, sweating in grimy clothes several days old and trapped in a bloodsport with immortals, it was harder to cling to that determination.

Her eyes flicked to the two boys ahead of her, and her grip on the shield firmed. Harder, but not impossible. The wear of the Omniverse had affected all of them, but it didn't have to be the end of heroes. They had showed her that. And Hell, she had lasted this long, hadn't she? It meant she wasn't completely powerless - not anymore.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to ignore the twisting in her belly. Her body demanded meat, but there didn't seem to be much to hunt, and given their complete lack of experience with camping, she kind of doubted if they would even be able to clean any kills they found.

Instead, she turned her thoughts inward. It took a while to remember how it felt - she still had trouble summoning it at will - but eventually, it came. A sensation akin to warmth spread through her body, a feeling that was still so new, yet had always been with her, just lurking out of sight. It had taken her almost dying to find it the first time - now, she needed it again.

As tired as she was, the spiritual energy within her burned as bright as ever. It was laced into her body, every fiber, every cell tingling with it, inextricably bound. She willed it to move, and as it did, it took the rest of her body with it.

Yuki had told her one day she would be able to harmonize the two sides of herself, that controlling the power would be as natural as breathing. Belle wondered if that was true as she repeatedly lost her fledgling grip upon it. Still, while the feeling of hunger uncomfortably remained, her steps regained some of their firmness as they made their way slowly through the undergrowth. The Warlock was all that remained... She just had to make it that far, and she wouldn't have to die.

And if she could follow through on her promise, Mickey and Proto wouldn't have to kill anybody.

~+~+~+~

The morning of the fourth day dawned as chilly as the rest. At least the three of them had gotten better at assembling camp - no fire this time, but the lean-to they had thrown together was much sturdier than the previous ones. Sturdy enough, at least, to keep the wind out.

They were just going over their plans for the day, wondering what more they could scrounge for food, Belle trying to ignore the mouse's constant fretting over her condition, when the voice of the Warlock bellowed overhead. As threatening as he tried to sound, it was clear from his tone that he was not pleased with the recent turn of events.

The island was almost completely gone, now. In the distance she heard a familiar rumble, a growl of deep thunder. Another piece of the island was preparing to disintegrate. As more and more of it fell away, it would draw all the remaining Primes inward. Towards them.

Settling their plans, the other two stood. Belle stuffed a handful of berries in her mouth before following suit, using the shield briefly as a crutch.

Go time.

[The Spirit]

FACE TO FACE
SOMERLED MURDOCH, TRIXIE, KAKASHI, MINATO, A.J. CROWLEY, MAGUS, KOPAKA

Participants are allowed to post since this F2F will not be posted within the normal time constraint. Participants cannot move however.

The morning was still dark and chilly, a mysterious mist set upon the scene. From the tree line a vicious beast walked upon the open field. The zombie from the Underverse produced some strange grunt like noises as it continued to walk forward. It had a purpose, yet no one knows what it is. Little did zombie Trixie know that she was being watched. Not one but several pair of eyes were following her every movement from their hiding spots. Trixie noticed something was wrong, other than the wind there wasn't a single sound. The zombie stopped end started to look around, something was near, something, dangerous.

A trio of primes came forward from their cover, holding their weapons at the ready for their enemy ahead. "Let's see if this bitch has one of the artifacts shall we?" The vicious mage Magus said as he started the charge, Kopaka and Crowley followed his example and charged in. Zombie Trixie roared as she herself started to bulrush in. Magus noticed the wild force Trixie had whilst charging at the group and started to slow down, allowing Kopaka to be at the head of the group. With the force of a juggernaut Trixie bashed into Kopaka who did not expect this kind of force, Crowley immediately reacted by laying down a fat beat using her gun, pushing back the mindless zombie. Magus grinned as he saw an opening to use the iconic anti-zombie-weapon and got behind Trixie. Without any effort at all, he moved his mighty mechanical weapon through Trixies right arm. The limb fell down to the ground as the zombie shouted in pain. She reached for Crowley with her good arm and grabbed hold his head and started to apply pressure. The gun wielding man screamed in agony as he started to hear his skull crack. Magus still had the advantage and moved along to her second arm, helping his teammate escape. The second arm fell to the ground as the zombie tumbled back. It was heavily wounded. But so was the trio, they were hurting as well. The perfect chance for a ninja ambush.

From the shadows 2 fast individuals dashed towards the fight. During his dash Minato activated his sage mode and with his new found strength he went in. Kakashi, who had released his gates, had a green aura around him, emitting a powerful vibe to everything around him. aiming his weapon towards a large boulder nearby and hurled it towards magus, who caught the flying object with his face. Minato went for the unknown humanoid and got to his side, aiming the tiny weapon he braced himself for impact. Kopaka clearly wasn't impressed by the tiny weapon, he was about to speak when Minato gently squeezed the trigger. The sound of a thousand crickets were heard as the entity known as Kopaka was flying off. Minato got pushed back allot but was prepared i counter the blowback.

Crowley reached for his weapon, his head was hurting but he had to help his teammates. Offering the ninja duo a solo concert consisting out of sick beats and dropping bass they both were forced back and regroup. Little did they know a fourth party was observing as the monster was suffering, but no more. Somerled could not hide any longer and rushed to the scene. Dodging Magus's chainsaw he ran to the centre of the battlefield and started to gather energy, "You will all die here!". Within seconds the monster's attack exploded pushing out in every direction.
Magus saw the explosion coming and prepared himself. The sorcerer vanished into purple and black smoke right before the ball of fire reached him.

For a moment it was quiet, not a single sound of battle was heard. Somerled grinned, he did it, he managed to kill them all. He started to laugh but heard something to his left and quickly turned. The blonde shinobi was ready to strike, he was hurt but did not hesitate, "Now Kakashi!!" Shooting his noisy cricket once more, he blew somerled towards Kakashi who was waiting, his gun was levitating a tree. Pressing his own trigger the tree hit the monster like a baseball-bat, returning him to the ground once more.

Being in pain Somerled slowly got up when he heard a sinister whisper behind him, "Vanish from this world." Magus spoke as he reappeared behind him, forcing his chainsaw down Somerled's skull. The monster's body was twitching before falling to the ground, another hero has fallen.

Magus was too busy admiring his handiwork that he did not notice the armless beat up zombie coming up behind him. Trixie set her teeth deep inside magus's neck. The sorcerer screamed in agony before pushing the bitch from hell off. He applied pressure where the blood was exiting his body. The warm liquid made its way through his fingers as he kicked the collapsed woman once more.

The dust started to settle and Minato faced a critically damaged Kopaka together with his ally Crowley. Minato trusted his ninja training and remained calm. He dodged Kopakas attack but in no way could he get out of harm's way from Crowley's noise gun. The sound hit him head on and fell back holding his chest. Breathing became difficult for the shinobi. Luckily he could always count on his student to have his back.

Holding the lightning in his hand Kakashi made his way across the battlefield, speeding towards the enemy shooting towards his mentor. Crowley noticed him to late, he turned to aim his gun but the masked ninja had begin his attack, "Raikiri!" The ninja shouted as his hand penetrated Crowley's lower abdomen with a high pitched screech.

Crowley was unable to let out a single sound. If it wasn't for Kopaka's attack against the ninja he would've surely gotten even more hurt. The humanoid assisted his wounded ally as the ninja's vanished once more into the tree line. The day had only just begun.

[spoiler]Trixie- 11 damage bleeding out on the ground without arms
Somerled- Dead
Magus- 5 damage- the nekwound is bleeding heavily and must be treated recieved somerled's bullwhip.
Crowley- 11 damage Fractured skull and large wound in his lower abdomen.
Kopaka-6 damage - burn wounds from Somerlets exlosion.
Kakashi-5 damage- Bruises over his body no wounds.
Minato-6 damage a few ribs are bruised die to the dubstep attack

Kakashi used T1 Power Up and T1 Super Move -2SP
Minute used T1 Power Uo -1SP
Somerled used T1 Super Move -1SP
Magus used T1 Super Move -1 SP[/spoiler]

[Kopaka]

Before F2F

Kopaka scowled deeply as Link stomped away from their camp, his green garbed form blending seamlessly into the thicket beyond. It was foolishness...no...it was worse than that. It was betrayal. So the humanoid didn't like the way they were operating? Fine, no one expected complete agreement between all parties here. But you don't just walk out on your team, even when you object to their plans. Link had had more than ample opportunity to express his views before this point, and now, like a petulant Tohunga, he had thrown a tantrum and walked off.

Kopaka had healed the boy. As a team they had tended to him when he was unconscious. Did he really think they were incapable of considering his ethics? The Toa glanced back at Magus. The wizard was violent, there was no doubt, but he wasn't a fool. The same went for Crowley. A deal could have been reached. As great orbs of rain spanged against the dome of his Akaku, Kopaka gathered up his satchel and started off into the night.

"Oh, so you're ducking out too now? Super." Crowley sneered from the shadows, his yellow eyes smoldering in the gloom. The Toa turned around slowly, his own luminescent eyes burning fiercely.

"I want his weapon." Kopaka hissed, stariny ay the other two expectantly. Magus smirked in spite of himself and slowly rose from his resting spot without so much as a groan. Crowley hefted his raucous weapon on to his shoulder and gave the Toa an approving frown. Not bad.

And so, the trio set off into the brush, intent on the deserter's blood. Kopaka led the way, for he felt the most betrayed of all. He had taken a chance on Link, and just when it seemed his trust was well placed, the Hylian had thrown it in his face. Trust...was not something which Kopaka gave out lightly.

After F2F

Kopaka stared down at the gored features of the storm demon, after haviny helped Magus on his feet. If the wizard was in pain, he didn't show it. The same went for Crowley, at least in a physical sense. The demon seemed to draw more discomfort from the state of his coverings rather than his injuries. Though somewhat grating, the man knew he couldn't complain indefinitely, and so he was able to refocus on the task at hand, which suited Kopaka just fine.

"Been staring at that corpse for a while there, Frosty. You know the guy?" Crowley asked over from where he was helping to clean Magus' wound. Kopaka wished there was more he could do to help in these situations, but he was not proficient in the repair of fully organic bodies. Perhaps it would be a skill to look into once he returned to Coruscant.

"We exchanged blows during the pursuit of the defibrillator." Kopaka said, continuing to stare at the mangled corpse. He was tempted to lash out, to stomp and dessicrate the body, but managed to hold his temper in for now. Crowley just shrugged and shook his head. Kopaka glanced over at the other Prime still in the vicinity. She was thrashing langorously on the ground, trying to find purchase in the thick mud but repeatedly slipping. It was a pitiable site.

Still, Kopaka was not comfortable trying to execute the wretch on the spot. She was far too volatile, and the Toa did not want to risk any unnecessary injuries. Apparently Magus had the same thoughts.

"We should keep moving. There is easier prey to kill." the Fiendlord said, his tone determined yet solemn. Kopaka nodded his head, the gears whirring softly. Perhaps so, perhaps not. At any rate, with how fast the island was shrinking, staying mobile would allow them to continue to get an idea of what threats remained. It was curious, though, that the Warlock would try to force the Primes closer together when that would only ensure that the relics would be assembled more quickly. What game was truly being played, here?

[Ada Wong]

Before F2F

After Link's sudden abandonment, the trio of (arguably) bad dudes just sort of stared around at one another. It was pretty awkward— Crowley had assumed they were all gelling together fairly well for much of the short time he had known the hero, and so it came as quite a shock to him when the kid apparently thought differently.

It continued to rain puppies and kittens over some hilly rise to their left, big droplets of water sliding in glittering sheets to the damp earth. The yellow-eyed demon felt uncharacteristically lightened by the fact that at least nature had some semblance of normality to it, even if it was magic-controlled.

Frosty the Snowman began to storm off into the elements for reasons that Crowley assumed to be traitorous, because typically when one part of the machine breaks down, others inevitably burn with it.

He had been apart of one of the shiniest, most magnificent machines to ever exist; the demon knew how rebellion worked. Still, it was a lovely surprise when the guy only whirled around and expressed his desire to, you know, murder a guy.

Crowley would have hugged the— mechanized? Robotic? Just plain scary? — guy if he hadn't been about 99.9% certain that he would be stabbed with extreme prejudice in kind. The demon settled for a mildly approving look.

Good. Murder. Top marks, my friend.

After F2F

Murder wasn't as spectacular when you were on the receiving end of it. His head hurt like a motherfucker and his vessel now had an alarming hole somewhere around his stomach area. While ventilation might have been needed for, say, a fast food restaurant, it wasn't exactly an improvement when it came to the human body.

That hell-raising woman, though. Hoo-boy. Crowley would've smoothed back his hair and winked at her if it weren't for the fact that the movement likely would have put an even deeper chip in his skull. Yikes.

"Yeah-huh," he hummed, a mostly wordless reply as Kopaka explained his relations to the monster Magus had attempted to bisect the skull of with a chainsaw. "Nice."

The zombie chick who smelled of hell had sure done a number on Magus. Even as Crowley attempted to help the best he could, applying pressure to the wound and clearing it of whatever nasty backwater gunk was covering that zombie's teeth, he eventually had to settle for removing his tie and wrapping it securely about his patient's grievously wrecked throat. Blood seeped through the thin fabric, but the general flow was stemmed.

He took a step back, offered a morose look that wasn't in the least comparable to pity (he was looking at his poor, tattered tie, anyways), and stood mildly by as the Fiendlord insisted on rising, albeit with a great, heaving effort. There simply wasn't anything more Crowley could do for Magus than let him retain his dignity, and so he did just that.

A silent exchange of looks followed; where to, now?

That silence didn't last very long, for soon enough they had agreed on a direction. Through the mud and tangled folds of grass swaying across the cloud-shadowed vale, the trio made off silently into the wilderness.

[Amaterasu]

It had taken Amaterasu a fair amount of time, but after the encounter with the oni-like woman her mind had raced, and it had taken her a bit to recover. Only in retrospect did she realize that she had likely encountered and fought someone else, whom she had mistaken for the beast. And she felt real bad about that, she could have avoided a fight had she kept a clear head...

At least having run away from the stranger had gotten her out of the storm which she found to be occuring behind her. There also was crumbling landmass, but that was the least of her worries - she heard that it was distant, likely not close enough to endanger her. Or well, she hoped such. Her priority was to stay alive... hunt maybe, get her stomach filled again as it was growling, and take care of her injuries. She was hurting all over and looked anything but presentable with her torn and burnt clothes, her hurting arm and leg and her singed hair. At least the ear-ringing was mostly gone. Mostly.

As she gathered edible leaves, roots, berries, wild vegetables, anything that she could gnaw on to fill her belly, she heard a twig breaking near her, moments before the boy she had fought previously broke through the foliage and froze when he saw her. She could see the realization building in his eyes and knew that he would reach for his weapon the next second. Immediately she brought her hands up and yelled: "Friendly! Friendly!" That did startle the other one long enough that Amaterasu could take a breather, then speak. "I'm... ah. I'm really sorry for what happened earlier! I didn't mean to attack you, I... I was on the run from someone else, a crazed woman. She injured me and I was forced to make a run for it, but I panicked when I saw you. I thought she'd pursued me, and attacked... I hope you're alright? Not hurt too badly?"

The other person sighed and lowered his hands again from reaching to his weapon. "Lower your hands, I get it... I was startled when you rushed at me too. It happens."

Amaterasu nodded and sighed with relief. "I intend on staying near the temple for now. Warlock seems to be getting challenged as well, but... I would not be of much help, not in my half-dead state. But when the relics have been gathered I will aid the Hero Teucer in departing to the afterlife. The relics may be the anchors that are keeping his spirit, his ship, from sailing. But I wish to provide the wind once he is freed of the shackles to facilitate his departure. I don't want to fight anyone, or even win this... this contest. I just wish to make it out alive and to help everyone I can." As a token of peace she reached to the ground and scooped up the big leaf she had dropped. Luckily nothing had fallen out. "I was just gathering food when I ran into you. It's nothing fancy, but enough to fill your belly, if you want a bite. Oh and... I'm Amaterasu." She finished her little speech by introducing herself. It might have been more polite to state her name at the beginning, but the "not-getting-herself-killed" part had taken priority.

[Mickey Mouse]

With their fourth morning on this goshforsaken island upon them, Mickey began to grow more and more desperate as the minutes passed.

Something just didn’t click. Maybe the wires in his head had been crossed incorrectly, or maybe he’d just been raised to be a better person in general than everyone else wandering around this place, but he just couldn’t justify actively keeping the relics away from the spirit in some foolhardy attempt to collect all of them. The equation didn’t make sense in his head. Winning a prize for this seemed like something that, in the end, was just a non-issue. Wouldn’t the joy of knowing you helped someone escape for a possibly eternal prison be enough of a reward?

Not for some, as it seemed. Undoubtedly, primes stalked in the forest around them just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on them and steal the two relics they had managed to acquire. Still others weren’t even here for relics at all—some just relished in the destruction, and some had come for purposes wholly superfluous to the task at hand.

Mickey had found himself the unfortunate victim of one of these insane individuals; Kopaka, it seemed, was an agent of the Empire, taking this opportunity of proximity to try and cash in on the bounty the evil organization had placed upon him.

Honestly, he might have been flattered the Toa went to all that trouble if it didn’t make him want to puke.

Even more, he found himself utterly disgusted at how unsavory ideals like Kopaka’s hunt or a thirst for blood had done major damage to Belle. He hadn’t known the girl very long, but he had already deemed her a much better person than most of the people he had come across since arriving in the Omniverse, and the fact that she had suffered so much in the name of hooligans hunting him made him sick with guilt.

Still, his redheaded companion trudged along. Proto Man supported her on his shoulders as they traveled through the woods; Mickey’s stature made him not the most ideal candidate to help her as she struggled through the forest. With the mouse’s shield in Belle’s hands and no other weapon to his name, he had only a rolled up, ripped apart Play, Boy to use as a weapon, but his status as the sturdiest of his comrades relegated him to the front of the pack. Aside from the occasional grunt of pain she couldn’t help, though, Belle suffered the trek mostly without argument. Well, then; on top of everything else, she also surpassed many people the mouse had met in terms of sheer willpower. The girl had a will to survive despite her countless traumas.

Blues had taken his fair share of hits, too, but perhaps the most brutal struggle he’d had to encounter was his loss of everything that seemed to make him him. Whether it was replacing his normal, red bracers for the ones belonging to Teucer or watching his scarf get soaked more and more with blood as Belle’s injuries compounded, he seemed to be growing less comfortable in his own skin.

Mickey, for his part, had lost any sort of hope that good was a given here. They had arrived on the scene of the battle for the defibrillator hoping that it wouldn’t end up being a battle at all—they obviously had a very real need for medical supplies. Once again, though, his faith in the goodness of people had failed him. Back home in the Disney Realms, perhaps, he could trust people to take stock of a situation and decide what the greatest good was, but here, it seemed, most primes—with some clear exceptions, like Blues and Belle—seemed most focused on what the greatest good for them was. The mouse would no longer make the mistake of trust here. Trust had failed him too often.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me a bunch of goshdarn times, shame on me.

So perhaps it is easy to imagine how quickly he dropped into a battle stance when the bushes up ahead of them shuddered with movement. He tightened his grip on Play, Boy and prepared to defend his friends.

“Come on out,” he dared them, “We know you’re there.”

“Mickey Mouse?”

Mickey stood upright, surprised at the call. And from a voice unfamiliar to him. Slowly, the figure broke through the brush and revealed himself to the trio.

“It is you,” he muttered, “I mean you no harm.”

“You’ve got me at a disadvantage, pal,” Mickey said, warmer but ever cautious, “You know my name but I’m afraid I don’t know yours.” The boy nodded. “Mind introducing yourself to us, bud?”

[The Spirit]

PHASE 2

The same shrill voice replaced the kind Spirit's. "You no longer entertain me, leave this place forever! You have no right meddling in the business of a millennia aged feud! BEGONE!"

The ground began to rumble and the skies were getting darker. The Island was getting rougher, the winds stronger, and the crisp air turning dry and lifeless.

Rows G, L, and 7 will disappear in 6 IC hours
There will be a storm going on in rows 8 and 9 in 6 hours
The old storm has passed

[The Spirit]

CHALLENGE
THE WARLOCK VS. ZOMBIE TRIXIE

As Trixie entered the Cavern she saw the bony warlock putting the cowl over his head. "Only one?" The Warlock rasped. Trixie growled at the apparition to which he laughed in response. "Lets see if you provide some entertainment." He laughed before summoning lightning in his hands.

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Guardian Difficulty - ???

[Magus]

Though he continued to work to maintain the illusion: a head held high and shoulders squared, in spite of the catastrophic pain that seeped through his bones, his feeble necktie-bandage hiding his new, most grievous injury, he felt his control of the situation slipping.

They were good men, these. Strong. Unafraid. Magus wouldn’t betray them by burdening them with a weak leader, even if, in his flagging state, he had been deferring to them and had been a ‘leader’ only by grace of the current status quo.

Still, he would fight to his last breath. For them. For him. The fog of anger crept into his mind, limiting his imagination. He wanted to win. He needed to get to Omni. What a hateful monster Omni must have been, to curse him with such awful power.

His own powers had been stripped from him, replaced with the awesome ability to summon all of his desires, with the only caveat being that one had to amass great power to produce great things. It seemed as though Omni had blessed the ones called Primes with an extraordinary gift.

And yet he was cursed, because the only thing he wanted was to be reunited with Schala, and to bring her here to the Omniverse would damn her.

These plebeians who competed against him, whose eyes shone with the glares of judgement, making it plain that they thought him a monster, thought his needs and aspirations as less than their own. What selfish arrogance. What haughty derision.

He seethed silently, staying in step with the others, his eyes luminescing a hateful shade of crimson.

Magus was numb. He couldn’t tell if his racing thoughts had taken his mind away from the pain, or if he was going into shock.

Or…

Magus’ body racked with a haggard, painful fit of coughing. He covered his mouth as best he could and his palm came away with flecks of blood. He gazed at it for a moment and then realized he felt cold for the first time since arriving on the island.

His hand went to the ferocious wound on his neck, feeling sudden, intense warmness. He was still bleeding. Quite a lot. Was this shock? He almost hoped so; the woman seemed to have been infected with something horrible. He touched his neck again, and again, his fingers met blood.

The glow in his irises faded away as he calmed, unhappily captivated by the idea of dying from… whatever that woman had suffered from. No matter, he rationalized. He’d taken her arms. A life was almost fair recompense. Anyway, death was merely a setback in the Omniverse. He would, by dying, fail, and that would be frustrating, but he could die as many times as it took – another little reminder from the Smiling Bastard that even death couldn’t set you free. You were His. Just a slave – a pawn.

Forever.

He kept walking, trailing behind his friends.

[Trixie]

Unbelievable. Her mind had degenerated to the point where pain was a drug she needed to survive. Her matted and blood soaked hair stuck to her face as she bared her teeth at the Warlock who had imprisoned the Spirit whom requested her help. The virus was progressing to the point where her heart would go for minutes without beating, completely ceasing her blood loss and letting whatever functioning marrow she had left restore her vitality. The damage to her leg had been exacerbated by the encounter with that female earlier, but it in this state it was manageable. The only thing keeping her upright was the fact that the virus she had injected into her body was defying the damage done to her muscular system. The bone in her injured leg was the only support for her weight at this point and even though the gash had been extended down her thigh and through her knee, Trixie could still use the leg in a basic capacity.

“I do not entertain!” Trixie bellowed.

Even though her arms had been severed by the chainsaw Trixie could still feel them as if her brain had a ghost copy in the physical one’s place. It was a strange sensation to try and move ones’ hand and have nothing respond.

“So you’re the person responsible for the island and the Spirit?” The mistress furrowed her brow and set her jaw.

The hooded figure ignited his fists with lightning that lit up the cave with their shadows. With a flick of his wrist the warlock launched a series of sparks toward Trixie’s person. Using all the power she could muster from her good leg the mistress forced herself into a cartwheel and narrowly avoided the incoming blast of electricity. With a quick push of her legs the Sith was in a hobbled sprint and upon the Warlock. Pivoting on her bad leg she arced her good foot in a swift kick towards the wizards face. Raising his wrist, the Master of Magic blocked her attack and pushed it back. Using the momentum Trixie hopped to her good leg and brought her right shin to bear upon the warlock’s exposed side. With a quick push of his right palm the magician blasted her attempt with a shower of electric sparks that sent convulsion causing current through her body.

“Fuck…” The mistress spat as she landed hard on her back, fresh blood sprayed from her severed arm sockets.

Smoke slowly wafted from the various sections of burnt flesh on Trixie’s body. The Warlock laughed at her pitiful attempt to fight him in such a handicap state.

“I must admire your tenacity, but in your current state how can you hope to even combat me properly?” The magician observed.

Beatrix just lay there, ignoring the words that were spewing forth from her adversary’s tongue. With a grunt of dissatisfaction, the Warlock adjusted his robes and walked over to the fallen Zombie Trixie. Placing two fingers to her neck he checked her pulse.

AN OPENING!

With all of her strength Zombie Trixie opened her maw and bit down on the wizards’ wrist, ignoring the automatic electric defense he had in place in case of such things. Through the currents of electricity burning and coursing through her teeth and into her body she held her grip like a predator waiting for their prey to tire out.

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Bummed. There really wasn’t anyway else to put it. Orihime hadn’t felt like she had been very much help or of much use for the poor, distraught spirit and now, she felt like she had only made matters worse. She knew what it was like to be imprisoned against your will and deeply sympathized with the spirit’s predicament. If anyone wholeheartedly desired to free Teucer, it was Orihime.

The once healer lowered her head and reflected on her recent failure. Just when they were finally getting some traction, she went and messed things up. She wanted to cry she was so upset! Passing through a woodland full of ferns, vegetation, and furry critters scampering about, Orihime came to a halt and began peering around in all directions.

“Oh no,” she said as she placed a finger to her lip, “which way was it?”

Frantic, the girl looked everywhere, searching the woods for the way she had come, but unfortunately, after achieving to only get further lost for a good two hours, the softhearted girl threw in the towel. Tossing the spirit’s mighty sword to the grass, Orihime plopped down next to it and let lose the tears she had been holding back.

“Why?” she gasped in between her sobs, “How could I let this happen?” Streams of tears escaped from her doe eyes, cascading down her delicate face to the singed fabric of her bosom.

“That’s enough, Orihime!” the girl told herself as she wiped her face, “You can do this!” She rose to her feet with renewed determination, “You can help Teucer and he needs you!”

What would Zabajin say? What would Ichigo do?

The girl composed herself, “Okay!” she exclaimed, “Let’s do this!” Patting down the front of what was left of her dress, the girl bent over to retrieve the mighty sword of Teucer, when a sense of panic overwhelmed her.

Gone!

“Where is it?!” the girl cried, “I left it right here!”

“Looking for this?” the voice of Victor Wolfe cooed with a confident, mischievous tone. In his hands, he carried the mighty relic Orihime had used to fend off the likes of Protomouse.

“Oh,” the girl said relieved, “there it is. I was worri-“

“How dare you?!” the ninja appeared from just out of her peripheral vision, “You just run out on us like that?”

“What?” the girl stammered, “Oh, no!” She shook her head and denied the accusation, “That’s not what happened. Is that what you think?” As she spoke her cheeks colored a bright red, “How embarrassing. You see, I wanted to help so badly and I am a healer, that’s what I’m good at. So when the spirit put a defibrillator out there, I went for it. I fought for it; that way I could help… maybe even save some people.”

“How is that embarrassing?” the assassin interrupted her.

“If it is as you say it is,” the ninja agreed, “then everything is fine.”

“Well, umm…” Orihime stammered for a moment before squeaking, “I lost the bracers.”

“You WHAT?!” the shinobi balked in disbelief.

Victor nearly choked at the news. Upset, he voiced as much and groaned, “Awe, hell.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Orhime cried, “Honest, I’ll make it right. I promise!”

The assassin threw his hands up, clearly frustrated, and objected, “That’s not the po-”

“Victor” the shinobi cut the conversation short, his tone deathly serious, “Give Orihime the relic.”

“What? But sh-” the assassin stopped short upon catching the ninja’s eye. Red, blood red, the shinobi’s famous birthright expressed itself freely, dominating his pupils, and charging the very air around him with chakra. “What is it? What’s coming?”

“Do it now, before we all die.” the shinobi barked, took a battle stance, and unveiled his weapon.

Against his own self-interest, Victor Wolfe complied, returned the mighty relic to Orihime, and fell in line, flanking the ninja. Orihime did likewise and the shinobi’s voice boomed over the island’s howling winds, “Get ready, here they come!!!”

[The Spirit]

GUARDIAN FIGHT
THE WARLOCK VS. ZOMBIE TRIXIE

Apolagies for the delay, once more a forced phone post. Granmer and spelling will be edited asap

The warlock felt Trixies teeth sink into his skin, how was it possible for this armless bitch to actually be such a nuisance? The master of dark magic had to think quick, rubbing his hands together, like activating a defibrilator, he produced a sound of electricity cracking within the palms of his hand. Placing them both upon Trixies chest it gave her such an electric shock she was send backwards. Coming in touch with her old self again she started to think more clearly.

"You insolent little pest! How dare you! Don't you know who i am!?" The pissed off master of magic conjured lighting from the tip of his fingers and electracuted the zombified woman as she laid on the ground. "Hoe does it feel to be helpless in the face of absolute POWER!?" The warlock shouted as he finished his attack.

Trixie was on the ground, her body smoldering. She wasn't dead, not yet. It took every bit of willpower to push her body from the ground once more, "Is that it? Is that all you got? You are nothing compared to the Underverse." The taunting female provoked the warlock once more with a smug grin.

The sorcerer was furious, he extended his hand and pulled her close with his magical powers. The woman was floating helpless before the dark entity that is the warlock, "I will break you." The evil mastermind spoke with a sinister voice. In his left hand he started to conjure some more of his dark magic, a dark red orb started to form within the palm of his hand. A few gestures send the orb floating towards his challanger.

Trixie was tired, she had enough of this bullshit. She watched the red orb float towards her, hoping it would be the end of her. But instead the orb slowly phased inside her body, she didn't feel a thing. Her eyes shifted to the warlock who just stood there grinning like a fool.

The magic user released his grip on Trixie, letting gravity work its course and making her fall down. A soft grin was offered to her as he explained, "You have about 20 second to live before the orb explodes inside your body, any last smart-mouth remarks?"

Trixie stood up and started laughing, " You fucking moron, i never would've survived out here. I will see you in hell." With those words Trixie dashed towards the warlock, jumped towards him and locked her legs around her. The sorcerer did everything he could to shake her off, headbutting, shaking and even electracuting her. But all Trixie did was laugh. A giant ball of fire was produced by the explosion, sending pieces of trixie all across the area. The zombie was no more. The warlock still stood and let out a shout of pure rage, now he was angry.

[spoiler]Trixie - died a glorious death.
Warlock - 2 damage, warlock became enraged.

[/spoiler]

[Link]

It felt like he had been walking for hours, exaggerated only by the numerous injuries he had sustained so far. The rain and hail pelted the teen as he wandered, nigh on aimlessly, in his vague pursuit for security. A sullen expression wafted over Link as he trudged through the mud, no doubt his former allies would either be after him for his abandoning them, or they would continue their pursuit of yet another slaughter. He couldn’t hold it against them, mind, their nature was simply different to his.

Link staggered on, sincere determination taking over. It was odd, really, right now the odds of him actually making it through and saving this Teucer were heavily stacked against him. He would need allies once again. His expression soured once again. Slaughter. Murder. Simple bloodlust in the face of adversity. Link sighed, heavily at that, the warm sensation of blood trickling down his stomach forced the boy to stop and take a knee. He whipped his scarf off, followed by his tunic. He unlatched the breastplate and set it to the side. The teen glanced down at his torso, the makeshift bandage that sat across his wounds was tattered and soaked crimson. He huffed, he’d have to redress the wounds, using the ripped sleeves of his tunic.

With his wounds dressed and armor replaced he set off once again. But, something stirred ahead. Link dove for a bush, perhaps in desperation, but it as the only cover the land provided.

“Come on out,” the unknown entity dared “We know you’re there.”

“Mickey Mouse?” Link returned the call as he pulled himself from the brush, “It is you.. I mean you no harm.”

The boy groaned, the high pitched whining drowning out all the mouse said, aside from his invitation to introduce himself.

“Link.. my name is Link,” The Hylian spoke, strained as it were, “And you two are?” he directed the question to the pair in the back, who had yet to speak.

Tiny post is tiny. My bad.

[Proto Man]

Knew he was familiar…

From his spot behind Mickey Mouse, Proto Man stepped forward and took a longer look at the young man in the green tunic. He certainly appeared to be the exact same person he’d met a few years back in Camelot. How had the preteen machine not made the connection after their first run-in with the other group?

Blasted island.

“Hey, Link,” Proto Man replied as he stepped up next to the mouse and looked at the young man’s dirt- and sweat-stained visage. “How have you been?” Having just asked for the others to identify themselves, it was clear that the Hylian wasn’t expecting such a casual inquiry from someone he didn’t recognize. With a frown, Link glanced at the mouse and then to the redhead. Once he’d taken them both in a second time, his eyes returned to the beleaguered machine.

“We’ve never met… outside of this island, of course.”

The red robot frowned before shaking his head. “You said your name was Link, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you not remember Camelot?”

When the response Proto Man got was another confused-looking stare, the machine started to scowl. “The dragons?” He asked before tucking his hands under his armpits and flapping his arms like chicken wings. After a few flaps, he held out fingers as if they were jagged claws and scraped at the air between the Hylian and himself. “Big, scary monsters that were eating villagers?”

Link furrowed his brow. “…What are you talking about?”

Proto Man turned and clapped a hand down onto Mickey’s shoulder before pointing at Link’s face. “C’mon, you don’t remember this guy from that island? Or maybe the barracks?”

Mickey turned his eyes back to Link, stared hard for a few moments, and then returned a confused look to his robotic companion. “N-no?”

The preteen machine let out a groan and threw his hands up in the air. “How is it that I’m the only one who can connect these dots?”

“I don’t remember any islands other than this one,” Link muttered, eliciting a grunt from Proto Man, who turned his focus back to their former adversary-turned-new acquaintance.

“You had a rocket launcher? You were teamed with that big guy… the one who turned into a pig?”

“Ganondorf?” Link declared as some of the color drained from the Hylian’s countenance.

“Yea, you guys ran roughshod through a bunch of your opponents.”

“Nonsense!” The young man spat as some red spread across his cheeks. “That sounds nothing like me.”

Proto Man recoiled a little bit at Link’s sudden outrage, and with that, the machine decided to let the subject go. The island had caused his memories to blur, so it made sense that the Hylian could have suffered similar damage at the hands of the Warlock’s magic.

“So, uh, I’m Belle,” the redhead with the assortment of injuries lurched forward and put on a faint smile. After that, she lifted up her head to show a bruise on the underside of her chin. “Thanks for this one,” she said in a tone that made it hard to tell whether that was venom or sarcasm on her lips.

“Where are the people you were with, anyway?” Proto Man asked as he took a moment to scan their surroundings. “Why are you alone?”

[Belle]

Belle eyed the hylian suspiciously. Despite how cordial everyone was being, the pain in her arm was a sharp reminder of what could happen on the island if you let your guard down.

Now that she got a good look at him, he did seem distressingly familiar. She had a hard time pinning it. Those eyes, that nose, the ears... That green cap... She had seen it before, she knew she had.

It wasn't until the warrior said his name that it hit her. The memories came flooding back - memories of warm, lazy summer afternoons, an old projection television, and a small, curvy black box.

Link.

Link.

Mickey turned to look at her. "Uhm, Belle?" he started to ask. "What's wro-"

But the mouse never got to finish. Belle leapt forward, bumping into Protoman. "Are you really," she breathed, "THE Link?" Now that she got a closer look, it was obvious. She must have been too distracted by her own peril during the fight to realize it.

The hylian eyed her with some trepidation. "Y-... yes?" he answered.

"Belle?" Blues asked. "Do you know him?"

"Know him?" Belle gasped. "Who doesn't?"

She looked at them. They stared at her. "It's Link!" she said. This should be obvious, she thought. She gestured to him. "Link, the Hero of Time!"

The mouse and not-quite robot boy exchanged looks.

"Come on, don't tell me you guys don't know the story?" Belle insisted. "The boy who was gifted a magic ocarina, and travels through the ages to save the land of Hyrule! Link!"

They continued to stare at her like she was a mental case. Given what had happened over the last couple of days, she supposed they might have reason, but she didn't care.

"Do I know you?" Link finally asked, looking leery.

"Oh, no. No. Haha," Belle laughed, putting a hand to her cheek and waving off the ridiculous suggestion with the other. All of the cares and worries of the last few days had fallen away. "But I've played your game backwards and forwards!"

"My... game?"

"Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time!" Back when they were still close, her cousin had had a Nintendo 64 laying around his house. Belle supposed she must have been a pest, because one day he set it up for her and let her play. She didn't consider herself a 'gamer', but something about that game had entranced her like nothing else. "You're a hero! The hero of heroes!"

Link looked to her, then behind her to the others, the word 'help?' etched across his confused, elf-like features. "I don't, uh, know what you're talking about-"

"Can you do the thing?!" Belle blurted. "You know. The spin slash?" She stuck out her arm and spun. "Hyaaaaaa!"

Her head wound chose that time to remind her that it existed. The ground lurched beneath her as she lost her balance, toppling over. Large hands caught her before she racked up another injury, and Mickey helped her back to her feet. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"Is this like you were telling me before?" the mouse asked. "How you were watching my 'show'?"

Belle nodded.

"Strange," Blues mused. "I wonder if your world somehow is connected to all of ours?"

"Maybe!" Belle agreed. Whatever. It was an interesting thought, one to file away for later. For now, however, she had something much more important to attend to. "Can... Can I get your autograph?"

"Hey!" Blues blurted. "That's my scarf!"

[The Spirit]

WARLOCK MAGIC
MAGUS, KOPAKA, TRUNKS, AMATERASU,CROWLEY

The Warlock's voice boomed from the clouds, each one turning and swelling with a nauseating green hue. "You all bore me. I thought Primes were supposed to be interesting. Maybe if I turn things around a little bit!" The clouds in the sky quickly swirled down the ground, swallowing the group of primes whole. The primes were lifted off of their feet, tree branches were quickly picked up by the speeding winds. All of their heads spinning until it completely stopped.

The group looked around, the scenery much different than before. The primes couldn't help but vomit on the floor, the nausea from the trip was unbearable. It seemed like hours before the demon spoke. "Looks like were not in Kansas anymore."

[spoiler]

Each prime listed above takes 1 DMG and has slight Nausea
The Group now has a new location that will be PM'd to you.
Warlock cannot be triggered again until next phase
Roll: 7+2 = 9- Minor/Moderate Punishment[/spoiler]

[Mickey Mouse]

Mickey was beginning to grow worried about Belle.

Prior to the competition, when she had thrown around words like ‘cartoon’ and ‘show,’ he’d thought of it as a mere momentary delusion. Perhaps she had confused him with someone she actually had seen on TV—after all, there were plenty of famous mice that had their own entertainment franchises.

He had always been partial to Fievel the Mouse, personally.

Admittedly, part of it had contributed to his fear that somehow, some way, other realms spied on his—that would certainly explain how Omni had managed to find him. But that all still seemed like crazy talk.

Especially now, after her outburst with Link. The girl had gone off the handle, rambling on about things like video games and Ocarinas of Time and other strange, foreign-sounding phrases that seemed to catch the green-clad boy by surprise. They disturbed Mickey, a little bit, too; Blues seemed to take them in stride, coming up with some cockamamie theory about how maybe Belle’s world was connected to Link’s and his own Disney Realms.

Psh, the mouse scoffed, Now that’s just a crock of poo.

Blues snatched his scarf away from Belle, who, in her haze, had assaulted Link trying to get his autograph. Mickey huffed a little bit, but he couldn’t tell whether it was from frustration with the redhead girl’s condition or jealousy that despite his fame in her eyes, she’d never asked him for his autograph.

“You need to use this to stop the bleeding anyway, Belle,” Proto Man scowled, shoving the girl to the ground and once again wrapping his blood-stained scarf tightly around her head. She grimaced.

“Such a buzzkill, Blues,” she sassed him, but the preteen machine took on the role of the protective parent and simply responded with the silent treatment as he finished re-bandaging her wound. Meanwhile, Mickey Mouse turned to Link, whose relief at seeing some friendly-ish faces had quickly transformed into something between awe and fear. Poor guy, he’d probably been through a bunch of stuff on this island.

“Hey,” Mickey reached out with one of his gloved hands, offering to help Link further into the clearing. “Glad you’re friendly now.”

“Yeah, about before…” Link started, “…Kopaka, he, uh, he’s after you bad.”

“I know,” the mouse assured their new buddy, “But it’s cool. I know it’s hard to tell who’s good and who’s bad in this place at first. Everyone seems okay at first but lemme tell ya, deep down they’re all a bunch of goshdarn evildoers. Well, most of them.” At that last amendment, the mouse gestured to Proto Man and Belle, still bickering about the redheaded girl’s bandage.

Link nodded in agreement. “They seem okay.”

“They are,” Mickey stole a glance at his friends, “and there’s some other nice guys out there. But you gotta be careful. People here can be nasty. It’s okay though—Teucer gave me a survival guide to make sure we don’t run into too much trouble.”

“OhmyGOD,” Belle shouted out from a few meters away, “You’re Link and you’re TALKING!”

Mickey and Link shared a puzzled look, and then an idea sparked in the mouse’s brain.

He pulled the rolled up Play, Boy from his back pocket and, despite a quizzical glare from Link, began flipping through it. He’d seen many an article about how to soothe a disturbed woman in here, so maybe he could find one that would help him out. Soon enough, he landed on one that seemed at least slightly legible. Hopefully it would help start Belle on the road to recovery, because these head injuries had really begun to mess with her mental faculties.

“Hey, Belle,” Mickey said, scurrying over to where Blues and the redhead sat, “You’re looking extra hot tonight!”

Belle’s face went pale.

“…what?”

“Yeah, I really appreciate having you in my life!” the mouse continued, reading almost verbatim from the page. Blues leaned over to him.

“…what are you doing, Mick?” he asked. His expression seemed a bit concerned, but the King couldn’t possibly understand why.

“Look, see—” the mouse pointed to the page, “‘Remind her how hot she is. Tell her how much you appreciate her. This is your one-way ticket to a more happy and DTF lady!’ I don’t know what DTF means, but I’m just trying to make sure Belle feels better!”

Little could be heard over the sounds of Belle’s desperate, embarrassed sobs.