[2-5] Exodus from the Nose Crash

[Karl Jak]

Karl Jak
Christa
Red XIII
Chara
Cyborg
Judy Hopps

They'd come to stop following Christa's discovery of the dying survivor.

The woman and the dog were having something akin to a moment as Karl stood near the edge of the trees and watched silently.  He had zero interest in a bunch of rejects lamenting over some unlucky corpse.  His focus moved to Chara and Cyborg, who were a solid ten paces removed from one another.  The executive producer knew that the two had a rough history, so it amused him that they had someone wound up in the same little party with one another.  How long would it be until one of them decided to settle the score?  How many setbacks would have to befall their quaint little group before personal vendettas came screaming back to the forefront?

"I don't think we're going to find the other part of the plane," Karl remarked as he glanced up at the sky.  The clouds were too low, which meant it was impossible to see any sort of smog in the sky that might betray the final path of the jet.  "Chances are, it crashed into the ocean."

"We should keep looking," Judy the Bunny muttered as she walked away from Christa and turned to look at Karl.  "We might find others who could use our help."

Karl chuckled.  "You're here to help me, remember?  We should focus on finding a way to get in touch with Syntech Headquarters.  I don't know about any of you, but my tech isn't working."  To prove his honesty, he held up his phone to show that it was clearly complaining about a lack of network connections.  "This isn't where we were heading, and something tells me we probably don't want to be here."

"You got any ideas?"  Chara grumbled, her expression a twisted little sneer that spoke volumes about what must be going on in her dark little mind.

The executive shook his shoulders.  "Must be something on the island."

"How do you know?"  Red inquired, tilting his head to the side.

Karl, who had seen that same expression from dozens of house cats over his lifetime, stifled a laugh.  "Pussycat, I built this verse.  I made sure every island had some sort of connection with my headquarters.  Unless we all dropped straight into the Underverse, there's a bunker or a comm station somewhere.  We just got to find it."

[Damien Darhk]

The orange beast known as Red growled lightly at Karl Jak's remark. Cyborg shook his head as the stereotypical whimsical grin spread across Karl's face. 
Cyborg jumped slightly as a collective growl spread through the group. They all looked down at the confused Red, who merely shook his head. Signifying he was not the one growling. 

The growl was hunger. For the first time since being in the Omniverse the emptiness that accompanied hunger spread quickly through their stomachs. 

"Well first off, apparently we need food, shelter definitely. Its dark and since Mr. Jak here had no clue where we are, its safe to assume you don't know what inhabitants may be running through the trees" Cyborg said looking to each of the members of his little group. Karl shrugged in response, still grinning from ear to ear. He was beginning to find his indifference rather annoying. 

A rustle in the tree line broke him from his brooding thoughts. Everyone spun around to locate the source of the noise but nothing revealed itself.  

"Well we can either stay on the beach or move in ward, however thus comm station that you speak of is more than likely  in the forest, along with food."

[Marisa Kirisame]

Looking at Cyborg she felt that for the first time since she had came here she finally had a leg up on these Primes even though she had died she had came back and had to eat because of sustenance and because of Determination.

she then looked at cyborg and then let out a heavy breath of air then said "Ok cyborg, I know for the one time we have met we didn't get along but for at least now we have to work together, I don't care if you hate me at this point but we have bigger problems looking us down at this point but, remember how I said I hate humanity"? she looked at him and the continued her voice growing varied in pitch and tiers running down her face "Its because I was abused by people in my village in medieval times I ran up a mountain to do suicide and found the only family that cared for me, Humans have given me nothing but evil, and murder I have to think about a little kid called Frisk and if she will kill everything or save everything every reset the same thing happens". she then turned away and began to "glitch up into the trees to see the area around they have to work with.

[Gildarts]

Hot crimson blood soaked her arms and dripped from her elbows. Christa sorrowfully lay the fresh stiff back down in the sand, and found a cloth to cover her before standing up, and looking to Red, who had been watching her grieve over the dead stranger. Didn’t they see, it could have easily been one of them?

But wait, what was she supposed to do next? Her mind was as numb as her body and she felt as helpless as she was senseless. Abner was gone, or dead, and sure, she could search for him but it all depended on whether or not Christa thought that she could find no-name girl alone, or rather, if she had the faith that he was alive. And now they were stranded on this island with no information to work with, the picture was still in her hand, and she held the tempting white envelope that said “Do Not Open” in black ink. It was bullshit. She crumpled it angrily back in her pants. Plus, she was pretty sure there’d be no rescue mission, since the Dante Verse was the least traveled one, other than, well, the Underverse.

Worst of all, her stomach felt a familiar and hollow ache. She was starving.

And that was when she caught sight of a dapper man in a familiar suit. He was striding along the sand casually and was speaking to someone with an overly smug smile. How infuriating.

“Karl fucking Jak,” she shouted, her anger boiling over whilst her voice captured his attention. And as he turned to face the frisky call, he found a pistol about an inch from his forehead. "Afraid of a little iron?" With a subtle Click! she cocked it. The man’s flawless face remained serene, despite being held at gunpoint by the raging woman who had nothing to lose. Did she really want to be this man’s executioner? The intensity crackled between them, “What the hell is this island?” Christa was automatically affronted by his sly, sickening smile, and let it show through her eyes as daggers, which sliced into his ambivalent gaze, “I want answers, Karl.”

The dashing Prime seemed almost amused at the weakness in her pathetic confrontation. The desperation poured off of her skin, and her finger was barely touching the trigger, yet her expression remained senselessly ruthless. The vigilante looked like she had gone to hell and back again, but Karl had dealt with her type before and was no longer amused. He raised a brow looking up at the loaded gun as though it were out of bullets. Onlookers, and perhaps in the distance, the surviving employees not in agony from the crash remained where they were, those directly around them gazed upon her with two questions in their eyes, “What does she mean?” and “Who does she think she is?”

The blood caked underneath her fingernails was noticeable while it itched on the trigger, one inch, one second, would be enough to deliver death. Meanwhile she convinced herself, He had to know something... anything. “I heard something... In the woods... It shook and snapped the trees in half, like they were nothing and then, it started to chase me...” Karl’s eyes glistened keenly and Christa turned her fierce gaze from those who were watching back onto him, “And then there’s you, survive the plane crash with barely a scratch, when I just held a woman in my arms, who had her body totally eviscerated. You have the answers, and I’m tired of waiting.”

“Isn’t it obvious? We crashed. Maybe there was a storm, not that I can help the weather. Though I’ll mention, this was not our final destination.” he spoke facetiously, and to top it off, the damn bastard was still freaking smiling, “What are you going to do, kill me? In this sort of situation, I’m not sure that’s exactly a punishment.”

Her eyes widened, whether she liked it or not, he was right. From her pocket, she dug out the bloodstained picture of the reason Christa was here and showed him the girl with black hair, who looked about ten years old, “Have you ever seen this girl? Do you know who she is?”

Karl had the same mischievous glimmer in her eye, the hallmark of an untrustworthy snake. Karl Jak could lie if he wanted to, and she wouldn’t know the difference. But would he? Finally, he settled on whatever version of the truth he chose and cleanly announced, “I’ve never seen her before.”

Christa grit her teeth, and noticed now, the many eyes on her. The one pointing the gun. As though she were a killer, who had just compromised the last civility on the island, they looked at her like she was a monster, but she was no Karl Jak. She knew his sins, what he’d done last year, even if she was in the Oververse (or getting there) during that time. Death was woven into the soles of his suede black Armani shoes, and he should really watch where he stepped.

The pistol held at eye level at him for a moment, her eyes blazed with menace, however after weighing the heavy thoughts in her mind, she saw no other way path than lowering her gun and stepping away from the man she merely saw as a well-spoken villain she'd revoltingly spared  “Tch. Have it your way, Karl, you’re not even worth the bullet.” Though she was sure, it would’ve given her some satisfaction.

[Karl Jak]

"Limp." Karl chuckled as Christa trudged off to go do some other murder-filled, self-righteous nonsense. "They always go limp. Flapping their gums like they're absolved from all their sins." Christa twitched, but before she could respond, the gun in her hand promptly turned to sludge. The woman rasped and dropped the steaming mass of steel to the sand before her focus returned to Karl.

The man lifted his hands and smiled. "You'll believe what you want to believe, Sweetie."

[Kenpachi Zaraki]

“Karl Jak,” Nanaki interjected, stepping past the vexed gunslinger. He’d have to speak quickly if he wanted to get a word in between Christa’s volcanic bouts of ire; so far, it seemed that her greeting for most people involved a gun trained on their head -- he didn’t want to see the rest of her armaments. “So you’re the head of Syntech? The man that orchestrates the Abyss?”

The smarmy executive stared blankly for a moment before fluttering his meticulously-groomed eyelashes and furrowing his brow as if the question were obvious to the point of amusement. “Yes,” he said incredulously, “Where have you been? My gorgeous mug is on half of the posters back at the facility.” That same ridiculous smile remained spread across his face.

“So,” the fiery feline continued, ignoring the showrunner's characteristic half-mocking tone entirely. “Then you must remember past participants.” He could hear his begrudging companion cursing gratuitously behind him as she attempted to pick up the molten mass of metal that the man had seen fit to liquefy before her.

“Yes, kitten,” Karl sighed, crossing his arms, “Tough think, though, that we should focus on the task at hand. Unless of course you’d all like to die out here-”

“Vincent Valentine,” Red XIII blurted out, his voice rising over the executive's smooth words. He was finding it harder and harder to keep his temper around the slick businessman. “Where is he?”

“How should I know?” Jak replied without batting an eye. He extended an arm, idly tugging at the sleeve of his designer blazer and shaking loose some dust. “I’m not a babysitter, I’m an entertainer. Where that gloomy vagabond went after going belly-up on my island isn’t my business.”

The burgundy beast gritted his teeth, burning holes into the ambivalent shyster’s forehead. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders tense up as he let out a low growl. “You have to know something, this is your show,” he spat, not taking his eyes off of Karl.

“It’s my circus, yes,” the man responded, meeting the furious feline’s scorching stare with a smug smirk. “But we don’t exactly take down insurance information here; what happens to entrants is their own fault. I merely provide the venue.” 

“YOU SON OF A BITCH,” a familiar female voice called from a few feet behind the beast, interrupting the duo. “MY GUN!”

“Oh, hush,” Karl said, waving a hand in her direction dismissively. “Next time don’t point anything at me that you’re not willing to lose.” He then turned his gaze to the snarling beast at his feet. “And you might watch your tone as well, Whiskers. I have no problem pulling out those teeth of yours if it makes my life easier. Capisce?”

Nanaki fell silent at the man’s remark, his face falling slack. However he might want to posture and demand answers from the greasy executive, he could do little but fall in line in the end. Like it or not, Karl was in full control of the situation even after his plane literally fell from the sky onto the wrong island. The entire verse was his sandbox, the Primes were simply borrowing his toys. The burgundy beast was not convinced that Jak knew as little as he let on, though he failed to see a reason that he would lie about such a thing. As he had said himself: he was an entertainer. Surely there was no entertainment value in kidnapping a man and issuing no ransom. If Karl didn’t know Vincent’s whereabouts, who did?

“Mother fucker,” Christa fumed, turning away from the smug showrunner. “By the end of this, I’ll rip that man’s tongue through his grinning teeth if it’s the last thing I do.” She glared at the earth, her shoulders rising and falling as she seethed with rage.

Red shot her a glance, feeling his blood pressure increase as irritation replaced bewilderment. “Hey, I’m not a raving fan either,” he responded, more in an attempt to shut her up than to make conversation. So far, it seemed like every human he had encountered had managed in some way to get under his skin. Typical.

“Yeah, whatever,” the fiery female shot back, throwing a spiteful look over he shoulder at the showrunner, himself carelessly trotting toward the other group of entrants. He was speaking to them, though neither Red nor Christa made an attempt to listen.

“Pity about her,” the crimson canid said softly, gazing at what remained of the woman. Despite his negativity toward humans, he couldn’t be angry at a corpse. Death was never something he wished on even his worst enemies.

Christa remained silent, averting her gaze. Red couldn’t tell if she had taken offense to his remark, of if she just wanted to stew in peace. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring back into the forest. He wondered if maybe she was still concerned about her previous encounter with the unknown predator.

Nanaki shook his head, more than happy to not have to feign interest in conversation. She continued to near-literally issue fumes of hate-smoke as she seethed in Karl’s direction. The burgundy beast focused his attention instead on the dusty duffel bag they had found, now lying in the dirt after being tossed aside during Christa’s fit of rage. He ignored the glowering woman, walking over to where it lay and giving it a sniff. Though the air itself on the island had an odd tang to it, nothing ominous or off-putting emanated from the black bag. Gingerly, the feline took the zipper between his jaws, tugging the bag open.

“Empty?” Red said aloud, pulling the zipper all the way across. He moved the flaps of fabric with his nose, giving it a thorough inspection before noting a single item on the bottom of the bag. The small item was wrapped in brown material and smelled repugnant: sweet and somewhat like peanuts.

“What’s in the bag?” Christa growled from over his shoulder. The question was phrased more like a statement than a true inquiry. 

“Not much,” the burgundy beast answered. He wondered if being perpetually angry was as exhausting as it looked. “Just some disgusting food item.”

The feisty female pushed the feline aside with her foot, taking hold of the bag’s strap and tugging it closer. She reached into the bag, rooting around for a moment before pulling the small rectangular object from within. She stared at the item for a few seconds before immediately dropping it to the dirt, the duffel following a moment later.

Red looked down at the gift, noticing the brown plasticky wrapper emblazoned with upper-case blue font. It looked to be some kind of confection, though none with which he was familiar. He laid a paw on the bar, rolling it to reveal its message.

CRANKY

He glanced up at Christa, a small smile spreading on his lips. He rolled the bar over once more, displaying the second message.

SNICKERS

Snickers indeed, he thought with a smirk.

1221/2400 words, per Google Docs

[Marisa Kirisame]

After Chara blew off some steam she then saw that Karl and some girl were arguing about adult stuff so after they were done with there little rant she "glitched" back onto the ground and walked up to Karl and he said

 "well now how is one of the youngest people in the Search party doing"? in a very mocking tone and she then felt her hand go to her knife and wraped her fingers around the handle of the blade then she said "unlike the other people here, I wont hesitate to attack or even kill someone if they mess with me" her face gleaming with annoyance she felt everyone there tense up at the comment she shook her head;

while she pulled her knife out she then did something that confused her she felt her eyes change from red to a brown a nice colored brown it was almost inviting just to look at them, then she heard cyborg say "leave her be she is not what she seems, belive me I know from experience".

she put her knife away and said that she needed to be alone and to think about why she was brought here by Omni and her reason for doing things she did. then she curled up into a ball and started to cry in front of everyone.

"why did I attack Cyborg,"? she thought "I wasn't myself, If I ever find that kid Frisk then ill kill her for making me this way".

she then looked at her hand and saw a vision of Frisk with the toy knife and she attacked everyone at the Ruins, and one at stopping at sans fight, she then restarting the timeline and she then had a revelation "Frisk made my timeline mess up, and if she is still there then I have to get back there to stop her"! she thought with urgency and then got up and felt her Sins crawl on her back as she looked at everyone for the first time since who knows when she finally had True fear as she had flashbacks of people and they were comeing for her

"St...stay, b...back"! and she grabbed her knife and moving her knife at anyone who tried to get near her and she saw what looked like the person who abused her there and he had a knife and gained on her and she fired at him she yelled  "Wha..your here,"! "Get back"! and she

laughed the pain away of the memory of all the pain she went through though it sounded like a maniacal laugh.
 she waited for there judgment and she droped her knife as she waited for them to kill her and tiers streamed down her face as she then saw Asriel say it was alright she still had him to love and for the first time after the Darkshire incident she smiled at something good.

Word count: 494

[Karl Jak]

End of Round 2

Karl knew he’d picked the right group.  The little one was raving like a lunatic.  Christa had transitioned into judgmental sociopath mode.  The cat was unknowingly insulting people with chocolate bars.

The bunny and the robot were probably bottling up all their shenanigans and one-liners for more opportune moments.

Unfortunately, the group’s half-assed journey met another large hurdle when an explosion went off just behind them.  The two quiet members of the group were nearest to the blast, and Karl could only wince as their bodies were hurtled passed him, trailing smoke in their wake.  Chara, who had wandered a ways off following her episode, was struck by part of a tree and sent bowling toward the water’s edge.

Karl and the others had enough maneuvering space to avoid the blast and the hail of shrapnel that followed seconds later.  “Aww, not my favorite suit,” the executive muttered as he frowned at the sand and dirt that now caked his purple attire.

“We have larger concerns!”  Red shouted as everyone heard the thunder of footsteps coming from the now smoldering forest.  The cat shouted something else, but his words were lost amid the clap of thunder and the downpour of rain that followed moments later.  

Moments later, a creature made from stone and fire came lumbering out from the trees and threw its head back in a primal roar.

Christa, who had managed to avoid the blast, caught sight of something in the ground.  She must have knocked it loose attempting to escape the explosion, so before she assessed the situation, she calmly scooped up the object.

This represents the first (legit) optional ‘Player versus Monster’ event, as this is a pseudo-boss rather than a horde of things.  You have the option to engage or flee.  More information can be found here - http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5679.  

You may engage the event and attempt to win, gaining something of value in return.  Or you may attempt to avoid this.

Your opposition is - http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvyfOY-1rMg/Tb...3dqcsd.jpg - It’s a golem-like monster made of stone, steel, and atomic fire.  It smashes things but can also shoot blasts of ‘atomic’ fire that explode like bombs.

Nice job ‘winning’ Round 1, Christa.  Your prize, if you find the time to investigate it, is an ampoule that will remove 4 points of damage and restore 1 SP to an individual.  It has one use.

Cyborg (4 points of damage) and Judy (6 points of damage) are now half-conscious in the ocean.  Chara suffered 4 points of damage but will settle for being sandy.

Chara and Cyborg are eliminated from final prize contention.  Neither of you are dead, though.

[Marisa Kirisame]

Boom! Chara went flying facefirst into a tree then rebounded near the water ledge "Oww" she moaned and got up looking around at what blew her to the water edge and saw a creature that could only be described in her young eyes as Scary. she got up and spit the sand in her mouth on to the ground and a little blood came with the sand wipeing her mouth to get rid of the blood on her sweater and black smoke came off of her body and she "Glitched to near by her knife and ran to grab it.

She had many things going through her mind and she looked at the two who had not gotten up at this point and then she Charged up her Real knife and fired at the Stone monster to get its attention and started to form an idea that she may get killed  she started to run to the area of water and barely dodging the attacks of monster before right at the sandy part of the area she felt a huge hand grab her leg and pick her up.

[Damien Darhk]

With a groan Cyborg began pushing himself to his feet, spitting salty grime as he stood to his full height. The beach spun around him as he attempted to regain his focus. Standing  in front of the primes was a large fiery behemoth. The beast grunted a short laugh that sounded like rocks grinding against one another as the young girl Chara was the first to run in and attack. The strange red light beams seemed to absorb into the monsters rocky skin. With surprising speed it Ben down and scooped the girl up by her leg, letting her dangle as she screamed obscenities, flailing about as she tried to break free of its mighty grasp. 

Without a second glance Cyborg began to run at the creature, gears shifting and grinding as his fist grew in size. Once he was in striking distance Cyborg burst forward with the help of his jet propulsors, bringing his fist up with great force that connected with the beast's chin. The force of the strike causing  it to fly backwards. Chara dropped to the floor with a sickening thump. The youth looked up, shaking her head slight as she cleared her head.

At least the kid is okay, Cyborg thought to himself as he turned his attention back to the monster. To his his surprise the beast was already standing to his feet, the grinding of rocks echoed once more as the beast began to laugh.  

"Oh sh-" Cyborg began to say as the beast began to charge him. He was cut short as it swung a large burning arm, sending Cyborg flying  back into the salty ocean.

[Moon]

"Oh, sweet cheese and crackers." Judy only had time to briefly curse under her breath before the blast knocked her and the machine out of the general area and straight into the ocean. Her size didn't help much, propelling her further than should be feasible for this situation. The last thing she remembered was hitting the water hard.

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Flashback to Rounds One and Two

Her silence was caused by shock. The heaviness of the situation was not sitting well in her stomach, and she couldn't quite voice her concerns about it. She simply took a deep breath and continued on. People had just died, she'd fallen straight out of a plane, but even then, she hadn't freaked out yet. An unwelcome smugness came from that. On that subject, Mr. Jak was being just the teeniest bit selfish, which was noticible, but she kept that to herself. Everyone probably already knew, right?

She considered leaving the group a few times. Probably not a good idea, though. It was still an option, though, so it was stored in the back of her mind. Besides, the near-chaos going on around here kept the thoughts of what had transpired away. Another thing; she was hungry. Like, really freaking hungry. She ran her paws over her ears, smoothing them back. God, things just get worse and worse here, she thought, before she heard a distant... thunderclap? No, that couldn't be it. So then, what was it?

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The rabbit took a gasping breath, before dissolving into a coughing fit. All she could taste was salt and a metallic-tasting substance. She assumed it was blood. She spit it out a bit nonchalantly for the situation, watching the red stain spread in the water. A splash caught her eye from a few yards away, seems the cyborg had fallen back into the oceans. She... probably couldn't take this thing. Even with help, she was in pretty bad shape, she'd observed. Her left eye hurt like all hell, and her ears were both cut up to hell. Maybe it was time to split from her group.

Luckily, she was quite capable of swimming, so she did. At first, parallel to the beach, to her right, until she was out of view. It took a hell of a long time, but she made it back in one (maybe two; she'd lost a tooth back there) piece. After coughing again for a moment, Judy went back into the island, this time toward the center. Going it alone for now. Not for long, she hoped.

[Marisa Kirisame]

She saw Cyborg just fly a distance that was not possible for a man of his lets just say stature by this monsters firey fist then he turned back to his original assailant and begain to smash the ground to get rid of the little pest that Cyborg just saved "If you touch me then you will really not like what happens next"! she yelled and she got hit in the face and went flying but was able to recover from the smack  by "glitching" back to a spot she can move easily in and when the giant rock monster raised his fist and came crashing it down she barely got her shield up and even then the shield almost shattered in many pieces she then screamed "ughh things like you should be burning in hell"! and a fist smacked her while she was screaming, into the water and she, "Cyborg im sorry I tried and I failed everyone" then blacked out right when the water hit her back.

[Gildarts]

Christa was just about to tell Karl that his Armani shoes would’ve looked better as the alligators they were skinned from, perhaps hoping the island would bring that image to life, when there was an explosion from behind. A piece of shrapnel nicked her ear and trailed blood in the air as she dodged the heat of the inferno. Purple-suit had liquefied her pistol, but now, she had a snickers in her hand and the lion had told her to cram it. Today was just turning out to be a great day.

The form of a young girl flew past the blonde and with a splash! Christa knew where she’d landed, hopefully safely. Through the lingering smoke of the crash, billowing upward in two tall pillars, a giant molten creature had emerged with the sand quivering at its every step, and it looked like a mixture between an erupting volcano and a set of jagged, spiked teeth. Given the stakes, Christa might have backed down, even she wasn’t big-headed enough to see the power swimming off of the behemoth’s massive shoulders, and maybe this was the creature that had steamrolled behind her and chased her from the jungle. Her shots had done nothing to it in the forest, and Christa had no other purpose other than to live in order to save her sister, that was the reality. But then there was Karl. The bastard was standing far too close to the thing, maybe sizing it up. “Get away from him!” Christa growled, “What, are you going to make him melt too? ‘Cause that might be useful right about now.”

Over the sniper’s shoulder now, the blue-vested rabbit and the nameless man she hadn’t met yet had been thrown away by the titan’s mighty hands, which looked like they could easily crush, say, a cocky executive in a pretty lavender suit. Now, if Karl had any weapons hidden up in there, she’d be pretty damned surprised, instead though, Christa’s eyes didn’t leave the Prime who seemed to have all the answers as the giant’s hand gathered a momentum and like a tsunami, swept everything in its path away.

Debris filled the air, following the ear-crippling sound of ripping iron, but Christa dove downward after a maddened sprint, and tackled his ankles. The mighty grasp of the creature brushed inches above them in what they watched as it all unraveled in slow-motion. Whoosh! Karl fell as he was tackled by her, surely, he had a one-lined quip that would imply she should watch where she was going, but there wasn’t enough time for that, or for her to drag him out of danger from the monster, and its glowing, ghastly eyes had already fixed on her bright pale hair.

The volcano golem puffed out its well-crafted armor chest and unleashed outraged roar. With an agonized cry her burst eardrum bled, while she covered the other with her free hand. Agony wove into the deepest layers of her face, as it’s jaws sang the tune that told her the barbaric fiend would not miss again. Its declaration of war had ceased, but already, her feet began to move on the uneven mounds, she cut left and diverting the attention away from Karl, before she dove below the talons of her enemy again. This time, she was not so lucky and her bicep was caught in the crossfire, crimson slices tore through her flesh and the blood was immediately cauterized with a smell that stung boldly at her nose and tasted like her own death. Seconds hung in the balance between it. Hit in the wrong place, she’d hear a single, grotesque Snap! and that would be the end.

Meanwhile, in her hand, she held a present for him. His arms wrapped around her slowly, while he had only smoldering hollows for eyes, he was fast enough to see that she was between his chest and his fist. The sniper dug her toes in and flew off the sand, she got a better look at the slate rock that composed the juggernaut’s face, the intricately chiseled mask, and the gentle curve of the monster’s wicked smile. Well, if the bastard was expecting a kiss, or maybe even a Snickers bar, he was wrong. Instead he got a mouthful of frag.

As she pulled the pin out, there was a softly hummed Ping! before the creature’s maw had parted just enough for her to jam it in. The sphere was soft in her hand, and in the meantime, her feet were balancing on one side of the beast’s steely shoulder. The soles of her shoes were melting, and there was little time for her to chuck it and run. Sweat seared into the wounds of her arm and leg, and her fingers fumbled as they tossed the bomb in, his teeth had started to close and her hand narrowly escaped with the fingers still moving. Before Christa could lunge out of the way to escape the blast, her foot slipped off of the rusty curve of his shoulder, and her momentum carried her directly into the beast’s next attack. The swing hit her like a bat and carried her to the outfield. Her body was delivered straight into a steel wall of the plane, her head and back bashed with enough force to kill her, yet her eyes remained open, and her muscles were unwilling to move.

Sha-BOOM the grenade exploded in the creature’s stomach, followed by an belch, while her sapphire eyes took in the scene, and she’d decided she’d taken too many hits to the head, what she thought she saw was Red and Cyborg attacking it in her steed. A weak grimace revealed the blood between her teeth, and her fingers twitched, bringing the flood of pain rushing back while its terrible haunting burn, told her she was still alive. Sticky blood had covered her blonde hair, staining it scarlet.

Red had just been battered by the beast, but got up easily, shaking off the sand from his pelt and dashing upward to sink his teeth into its hand. That had sting, since rock was usually stronger than bone and Red was no saber tooth, he’d surely chipped a fang.

It was with Christa’s head against the metal, scalding from the sun, that she thought she would drown in the heat. Already the duo, cat and cybernetic robot, had been pushed back, ten feet from the water. But wait, that was the best way to put out a fire, and there were flames now coming from the chinks of his armor. Near the beast’s feet was a surfboard-sized piece of metal, enough to drag along or shovel the creature into what might easily be the creature’s demise. With a small grin growing on her purple bloodied lips, slowly she stood up, her muscles protesting with winces of stabbing torment as the sirens went off in her body, she found the hoarseness in her voice as she gestured over to get the feline’s attention, “Hey Red! I’ll bet you he can’t swim!”

[Damien Darhk]

Cyborg groaned as he spat more salty grime from his juggler. He watched as the woman that had joined their group attacked with such ferocity. He couldn't help but admire her ferocity. With a gasp he watched as she was thrown several feet, soon after a large explosion erupted from the golem's throat causing a belch of fire to escape. The beast shook his head in dismay. Clearly a frag grenade in the mouth didn't sit well with him. The best still stood however, and now it approached him and the orange furred beast known as Red.

Red took off  in a sprint, leaping into the air and clamping his large jaws around the golem's arm. It didn't appear that any damage had been done from the attack other than piss the larger beast off. It shook its arm left and right, swinging Red back and forth in the process. Finally the motion held to be to much for him and he flew from the golem's arm. Red slid on the sandy beach, somehow managing to stay on his feet. The orange beast growled on anger. 


“Hey Red! I’ll bet you he can’t swim!” the woman cried from off to the side. A bloodied grin displayed across her face. 

Cyborg smiled at the woman's plan. The beast was indeed near the water. Cyborg broke into a run, attempting to flank the stone giant. 

Luckily for him the golem was to preoccupied with its new play thing to notice the large metal man running behind him. This thing may be strong but it was incredibly stupid and unaware of its surroundings. Once in position, Cyborg readied his gauntlet and nodded at Red. He nodded in return briefly, still trying to keep the attention of the giant. 

With the help of his propulsors, Cyborg ran at it with incredible speed for such a large man. At the last moment ,Red leaped to the side  right before cybernetic hero made contact.

The golem flew into the air as Cyborg connected his large metal gauntlet into the small of its back. The water sizzled and spluttered as the beast sunk beneath the tide. The three primes watched in anticipation, hoping, praying that the beast was finished and that the woman's wise plan was all for not.

[Marisa Kirisame]

Darkness was all she saw then she saw her brother Asriel and she ran up to him "Asriel your ok"! she yelled and he turned to her and just shook his head and then said "You could have done better Chara, you could have saved me from dying but you didn't". and he walked away calmly "No I tried to help you but you wouldn't fight back and please come back here, Asriel please just for me"! she burst into tiers and cried then when she stopped crying she saw a kid in a blue and purple shirt talking to Flowey "Howdy i'm Flowey!, Flowey the flower" and then after he "taught her she saw a fire ball hit Flowey and send him somewhere she then saw Toriel "Mom help me I don't know where I am"! Chara tried to get Toriels attention but she just looked at her and walked away then she was in the water drowning.

Chara opened her eyes and saw that she had sunk down a ways in the water and was starting to suffocate she tried to get to the waters edge and after what seemed like forever she finally got to the waters surface and took a large breath of air then just realized that it was a lot hotter than It was just a couple of seconds ago and she then realized a giant hand grabbed her and was trying to bring her down with him if he was going to die

She then screamed for help, and went under the water a couple of times before being dragged down for good this time it seemed that she would die to a giant rock monster not the greatest way to die but it was better than just sitting around and doing nothing to help.

She didn't really care if someone was going to save her she hated this trip all it was for her was bad nightmares and hallucinations and closed her eyes

[Kenpachi Zaraki]

Following Cyborg’s impressive display of strength, Nanaki stood on shaky legs and watched as the volcanic titan descended into the surf. Its molten frame screeched as white-hot rock and slag met the chilly drink, the ear-splitting crescendo all but drowning out the creature’s guttural bawls. As he watched vapor stream from the now-boiling swell, the feline briefly entertained the thought that the beast had been felled. He exchanged a brief look with the mechanized man before turning back as the seawater began to churn ominously.

“He’s not down!” Christa cried. Red heard her voice wavering slightly as she fought against what looked to be agonizing pain rolling over her. She had drawn her rifle, taking aim at the beach.

“This is not good,” Cyborg commented, the metals that comprised his fist rapidly shifting to form a futuristic cannon. “We have to put it down for good,” he said, the weapon’s servos shimmering with energy. 

Red offered nothing but a nod, squaring his shoulders as adrenaline took hold of his muscles. It was in battle that the fiery feline always felt closer to his heritage, the thrill of the hunt dampening his higher mental faculties. His every sense seemed to heighten as the needle swayed from humanity to bestiality. The damp sand beneath his paws, the chilly sea breeze, the salty pungent smell of seaweed; he could feel it all. He was one with it. 

All at once the group’s moment of tranquility came to an end as the molten colossus exploded from the surf, spraying superheated steam and boiling water in all directions. Though it now stood nearly waist-deep in an opposing element, it seemed to only be riled by the circumstances. The burning gash it its side was apparent -- a product of Christa’s creative use of explosive ordnance -- magma dribbling from the wound and into the roiling depths. With a thunderous roar it threw back its head, releasing a thick spray of ash and burning cinders into the already polluted air. Before any of the trio could react, a luminescent orb of energy appeared in its craggy palm, rapidly growing to the size of a basketball before rocketing forward and slamming Cyborg in the torso. The blast exploded violently on impact, leaving Red reeling and sending the intended target airborne, only to leave him prone and motionless some three meters behind. 

A deafening crack drew Nanaki’s attention from his downed comrade, the hulking volcanic avatar wavering slightly amid the waves as one of Christa’s high-velocity rounds impacted with its shoulder. The slug did little by way of damage, save for loosening a few shards of slate from its rocky ‘armor’. Choosing her as its next target, the magma golem raised its hand once more, its uneven, rocky digits rapidly shifting as its fist reformed into a stony turret of sorts. At this, Red took off into the surf, epinephrine spiking his blood and largely drowning out the pain of scalding water against his flesh. He was soon reduced to a less intimidating doggy paddle as he surged toward the lumbering titan, racing to reach the destroyer before he could do too much damage to his battered ally. 

“Fuck YOU,” Christa all but roared, losing another round into the beast’s chest. Had their foe been anything short of the embodiment of nature’s destruction that it was, the well-placed shot would have pierced its heart --assuming machinations of fire and rage had hearts-- ending it there. Sadly, her blustering tone soon gave way to cries of pain as the hulking beast sent a volley of molten projectiles screaming toward her. A sideways glance showed Nanaki that she had managed to sidestep the bulk of the destructive salvo, though what had impact was taking its toll.

“Not...down yet!” Cyborg’s bassy voice called, firing a blast from his hand-cannon as he lay on the sand, propped up on his elbow. The enforcer was damaged, but refusing to stay down as his allies continued their assault. Of the human qualities that Red had seen time and time again, this (arguably foolish) risking harm for the well-being of one's comrades was among the most admirable.

The attack on two fronts had put the lumbering golem on the defensive, causing it to raise its mammoth hands to cover it ‘face’ as it pressed forward, striding back toward the beach. As Christa took a moment to assess her wounds and frantically reload her rifle, the magma titan took aim at Cyborg, spraying him with obsidian shrapnel. The cybernetic humanoid rolled in the sand to avoid the spray, sustaining a few hits in the process.

Nanaki could take no more. At the sight of his allies being hammered by the magma fiend, Red let loose a menacing howl, focusing intently as he drew energy into his body. The colossus ignored the call, raising an arm to pepper the duo yet again. Before it could get its shot off, its arm was struck from behind, a fireball detonating at the elbow joint and causing chunks of stone to crumble from the limb. Pausing its hellish assault for a moment, the golem turned slowly ‘round to see a burgundy beast rocketing out of the waves, glowing with azure energy. Red struck before the titan could adequately raise a defense, slamming his magically-fortified shoulder into the titan’s stony chest. The top-heavy destroyer was left unsteady by the impact, losing its balance and splashing into the shallows. The fiery feline took initiative, springing from the water onto the downed titan in a single smooth movement. He quickly scampered across its chest, snarling as he raked his claws across the fallen giant’s ‘eyes’ repeatedly, feeling the molten optics scorch his claws and cook his digits. Despite the pain he refused to relent, tearing again and again into what he only hoped was the beast’s method of sight. 

“Red, look out!” the feline heard Cyborg announce, just seconds before a rocky tomb enclosed around him. The feline could scarcely react before he was lifted from the downed titan and tossed away like an unwanted stray, into the depths. Nanaki heard the colossus emit a thunderous roar before all sound was swallowed up and he sank below the waves.

[Gildarts]

Red was no more. The waves had eaten him, and now, despite his sacrifice, it was taking the beach. The invasion of unstable steps made the behemoth appear to waddle like a wind-up toy, and as he ascended, water streamed from the crevices, creating steam with a sizzling hiss! as some of the ocean was returned to the bursting waves below him. It seemed all the water had done was make the titan angry, for before it took a drink of air victoriously, it released another purely destructive war cry. She all but bowed as she flinched at the echoing sound and covered her ear with increased madness, for a creature with no internal organs, damn did it have lungs!

Christa shook off the last echoes of the sound, eyeing the mighty titan’s ember hollows which had raked claw marks all around them. It was uncertain whether or not the lion had accomplished his goal to steal his sight, but she wouldn’t let the cat’s sacrifice be in vain and had already fixed her cross-hairs at the enemy, the sniper’s butt settled in the natural grove of her shoulder. In came a single breath, as her other ear numbed out the ringing blaze of battle, while the tingling burn of pain tickled her everywhere, Christa focused on only the saline air sweeping over her tongue. The enormous ebb of water pooling at the thrashing monster’s feet seemed to distract the freak of nature, when it finally would emerge, the sniper was staring it straight in the face from a little ways up the beach, she’d be his target when he made it out. And Christa always shot a little better when something was on the line.

There was an imprisoning tightness in her chest. Fear fluttered in her heart, pumping the necessity of focus to reason with the limp in her leg. It wasn’t enough, and the lack of balance made the sniper weakly stumble before she caught herself. There, standing more or less tall, she stared at the fate-delivering creature blank in the face, searching for the chinks in his rocky armor, until she settled on the only shot that made sense. There were few things keeping the creature’s mountainous design together, she reflected, but there was a single binding fortifying thing’s chest plates. Maybe he’d crumble and fall apart if she shot right through them, and since there was dense stone nearly everywhere else, she figured at least it didn’t seem like a wasted shot.

Along her arm, she felt the scorching wound that its claws had given her, and she’d make sure it felt the same agony. Over in the water, she saw the young girl, floating over waves, and Cyborg was fighting it one-on-one with his arm canon, until she gave him the okay to get clear of the shot. A wordless agreement, made by warriors and no less. Her jaw clenched, the snout of her gun pointed downward into the cyborg’s back, and she bared her teeth just slightly, as her finger hovered over the trigger.

Just... Like... Target practice... her eyes looked at the surreal enemy, and finally she was ready. “Move!” she shouted down her barrel and Cyborg did as she asked, while a sweep of the creature’s hand delivered a shower of sharpened rock hurdled into her flesh. Before she could feel the pain, the trigger was sprung and the beast of a bullet spiraled at her enemy. POW! her rifle smoked, and Christa shifted, wavering under the gravity of the pain and falling onto the soft cushion of the sand below her. It was hard to find where there wasn’t blood. And it drooled out of her, Christa’s nerve had snapped, between it all, hope seemed like a distant dream. Sick, she was sick to the stomach, and dully, she heard a voice shouting at her, something bright about hitting it in the head. Everything fell to the fog of war, the tides had shifted. Still, her shivering fingers went over to her pouch, it chimed with a lack of bullets, and her heart remained crestfallen as the sticky gore of blood smushed over the next golden bullet as she reloaded the next in the chamber.

Her body was fighting her now, shutting down. Her humanity had descended on the battlefield, shaking her concentration and telling her it was time to remember the good days, that there wasn’t much time left, and memories came cascading back, ones where she was smiling, reunited with her sister or looking at a certain jerk ex-stormtrooper. Tch. Life was so simple now. Pale eyes rolled upward, reminding her of her prize and she assured herself that she wasn't done yet.

Click. It loaded into the chamber with the force of her gooey hand on a steel lever, again, Christa looked down her sights, and again, her mind was serenaded away. It was foolish, to think you were going to die when you already had made your peace with the reaper. But before she'd even think about it, she’d make sure that this giant fucking bastard got his piece too. The woman’s head tilted, her cheek brushed against the sleek metal, and her eyelids drooped, but she had propped up her knee to assist her arm into holding the rifle steady. It was time to pull the trigger.

Waves crashed at its feet in an amazing frothy explosion, and Christa grit her teeth to numb the pain, feeling the uneven surfaces file themselves smooth. She'd decided that the only death here would be wherever she delivered the bullet, and this time it would hit the creature dead center, because this time, her memories haunted her. This time, she had everything to lose.

"Hey you big piece of rock! Let me show you what I'm made of!"



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2 x T1 Supermove used. SP used 2/9

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[Marisa Kirisame]

as Chara finaly got to the waters surface again she saw that two people were trying to stop the creature she felt completely helpless to help because she could not do a thing to help her shield and attacks only annoyed it.

she tried to slowly swim to the side of the beach where the battle was taking place and then she saw something happen to it a slab of rock came off so she finaly decided to try one last time and she knew that she would probably die from this attack of hers this time she finally got to the edge of the beach and Screamed at the rock monster to face her and he turned to her and steam came off his in his anger as he ran at her but she was ready for the attack and "Glitched to the back of the rock monster and started to stab it with her real knife giving everything she had to try to do anything to it but after the second or third time she felt a movement and the knife melt in the magma and she fell down  with the wooden  handle and the creature had a ball of energy and threw it at her with point blank range though she took damage she felt that it was for the best she had been nothing but trouble and let her death come to her then all she saw was darkness

"No I still have a duty to do" and woke up though she had lost a limb in the process she just glared at it and tried to throw a punch at it and do anything but to her efforts she still could not hurt this thing.

[Damien Darhk]

Fire licked off the surface if the golem's rocky hide, although. It seemed to be dimmer than before. Slowly than before it stumbled over to the to the youth, arms raised ready to perform the killing blown. Another mighty roar escaped from its mouth as it relished in another kill.

A surge of adrenaline surged through Cyborg as he hopped to his feet and ran at the golem. His fist changing from his plasma cannon into his cybernetic gauntlet. Reliving his football days as a young man he wrapped the beast up around the waist, tackling the creature to the ground. The golem began to let loose another roar of defiance and anger that was cut short at Cyborg began to beat the monster brutally in his monstrous visage. One, two , three, four... He lost count as he continued to punch the monster over and over, anger add in to each strike. He had lost an ally to this beast, he wouldn't lose anymore to this thing. Pieces of rock crumbled under the repeated force of the blows. The fire growing dimmer as he continued to let lose his volley of punches. From off in the distance the sniper looked on with a slight horror at the brutality that this metal gentle giant was now letting loose.

Cyborg stood to his feet, looking down at the beast as he changed his fist once again to his blaster. A low wine began to emanate from the end of the gun as it began to charge up. A bolt of energy fired from the weapon, hitting the beast straight in the face.

"And stay down" Cyborg said, spitting on what he hoped was the corpse of the golem.

[Marisa Kirisame]

As Chara saw Cyborg just pound away at the Rock monster she then moved away trying to get away from the over kill that Cyborg was doing and though that this is what could have happened to me if I had messed with more Stormtroupers

visibly shaken she asked Cyborg "why he saved her, when she had done so much to hurt and kill him, she wasn't worthy of being saved by someone who was good and with her one arm she walked to a tree and let him have some time to think about her question before giving an answer so she pulled out her last Chocolate bar and started to eat it then thought that everyone here should get some so they can calm down  so she walked to everyone and gave them a piece from her bar and she then put it back.