[2-5] Exodus from the Nose Crash

[Damien Darhk]

The monster seemed to be defeated, or at least unconscious for the moment, how lo g this state would last he didn't know. Cyborg wiped sweat and blood from his brow before walking over to where Chara sat. She handed him a piece of chocolate which he graciously accepted and swallowed in one bite. The chocolate did nothing for his growing hunger, all it seemed to cause was his stomach to growl louder. But the taste of the chocolate in his mouth, no matter how small it was, was amazing. After enjoying the taste of real food after being without for several hours Cyborg began to speak.

"Kid, everyone deserves to be saved, either from a life threatening situation or their own hell they are going through. In your case both. I don't believe you're evil, if this strange universe has taught me anything its that here, you can e anything. Whoever you were when you were plucked from your life back home that person no longer exists. You don't have to be shackled to your past. This is the Omniverse you can be anything toy want, do anything you want. However there are still consequences for your actions. You may have done something terrible when we first met, but I don't believe you wanted to. I may not know your life story but I do know you have the power to over come your own demons inside of you. You did your time for your crimes or else you wouldn't be sitting next to me on this damn beach. You can choose to better yourself or succumb to your evil desires. I would hope you choose to change, help us get off this island and find the surviving crew" Cyborg said looking at the small girl. She nodded before turning away, silently mulling over his wise words. They say there together enjoying the silence and peace for the moment before they had to make their next move.

He would give her the benefit of the doubt and hoped she would latch on to his words, but he would take her down should she become a threat to them.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]

The fiery feline felt himself tumble across the water’s surface with all the grace of deflated pool toy, his mind growing hazy as he slowed to a stop, sinking beneath the waves. The air had been knocked from his lungs upon impact, the sea providing all the comfort of concrete. Struggling to maintain consciousness beneath the water, Nanaki heard a muffled crash and several moments later...silence. His amber optics blinked through the stinging of salt water, unable to make out what was happening in the shallows. With what tenuous grip on reality he had left, he forced his nose toward the surface, kicking hard with the last of his strength.

“And stay down.”

The words of the cybernetic humanoid drifted through the now nearly silent air, barely notable by the waterlogged feline. He gulped voraciously for air, the darkened edges of his periphery beginning to clear as perfusion returned to his brain. Strength, too, began to return as he took in deep, uneven breaths, struggling to angle his feeble movements back toward the shoreline. Even in his nigh-unconscious state, he knew better than to assume the fight was over. The burgundy beast pressed on, swimming with increasing vigor toward his allies.

From her vantage point at the upper end of the beach, Christa had watched Cyborg lay into the volcanic titan, taking advantage of the lull to regain what small bits of composure that she could muster. Blood dripped from far too many locations, intermingling with sweat and dribbling over her bruised and battered body. Despite the numbness that had settled over her frame, her digits moved dutifully in a practiced motion, sliding another round into her rifle. She had missed her mark on her first shot, the bullet instead impacting the golem’s head. Though this was better than the round sailing over her foe entirely, she was prepared to use what little energy she had left to ensure that she did not make the same mistake twice.

As Red finally neared the beach once more, he felt an ominous quake reverberate through the water. His heart rate immediately spiked, hurriedly paddling toward the shallows despite the protest of his aching limbs. Not seconds later, the choppy water around him began to bubble as the temperature rapidly spiked. A deafening roar echoed throughout the waterfront as the downed colossus’s craggy chassis exploded with hellish heat, showering the gathered warriors with superheated rock. The burgundy beast watched in awe as the fiery titan clamored oafishly to its feet, its flames burning brighter than ever with the lack of petrified carapace. Now visually resembling a walking bonfire, the enraged, blinded titan stumbled in Cyborg’s direction, hell-bent on destroying whatever lay in its path.

“Christa!” Red called over the creature’s thundering roars, hacking water from his weakened lungs. “Another!”

The sniper didn’t need to comprehend her ally’s pleas; she had already taken aim once more, leveling her formidable rifle on the distracted giant’s chestplate. With a crack she took her shot, the bullet splitting the air and impacting the golem dead in the ‘sternum’. With a sound reminiscent of an avalanche, the nightmarish creature’s chest burst open like a mouth to hell, blinding white-hot flames streaming into the moist air as large fragments of jagged stone dislodged themselves from the titan’s frame and embedded themselves in the sandy beach. Christa felt her breathing go hoarse as the air rapidly dried, the intense heat of the golem’s core robbing the moisture from the area. What little water that remained at the titan’s feet had vaporized, exposing desiccated, cracked sand reminiscent of a drought-struck desert. Cyborg and Chara could only sit in awe of the golem’s power, scarcely able to process the fact that the being was still alive, let alone seemingly stronger than ever. They watched as the avatar of destruction and rage raised a burning hand toward the direction of the shooter, an enormous sphere of destructive energy rapidly taking shape.

Nanaki had finally reached shore, watching in horror as the golem took aim at his downed ally. Thinking quickly, he closed his eyes and began muttering the words he had heard so long ago, taught to him by his now deceased friend. Her smiling face appeared in his mind as he recalled the incantation, announcing the words as he cast the spell: “Veil of light, ward evil’s might!”

Christa watched with trepidation as the burning titan let the blast fly, only to have it explode prematurely seconds before destruction. As the dust cleared, a translucent wall of energy flickered in front of her for a moment before disappearing entirely. She turned to see Nanaki now on the shoreline, his tribal tattoos glowing with azure light.

“Do you have...anything left?” the fiery feline shouted, breathing heavily as the glyphs faded to black. Throwing around white magic had taken its toll on his stamina.

The blonde sniper nodded wordlessly, pulling a grenade from her supply and holding it aloft for her ally’s inspection. Nanaki nodded in kind, breaking into an all-out dash toward the blinded colossus as it let loose an explosive outcry. It raised its ungodly fists to the heavens, magma spraying from its agape ribcage and littering the beach with molten gifts.

“I’ll lend a hand,” Cyborg announced, his extremity once more forming a formidable cannon. He stood tall, shielding Chara from the imminent destruction.

“NOW!” Nanaki barked, lunging into the air as he began to channel energy into his maw.

Christa pulled the pin effortlessly from the device, bringing her arm back and lobbing the explosive in a high arc. The grenade sailed through the air as if in slow motion, tumbling gracefully toward the creature’s exposed chest. As it neared the golem, Cyborg too released a blast from his cannon, aiming his own fast-moving projectile at the titan. On queue, the fiery feline snapped his jaws shut, launching the Fira spell to round out the triumvirate. The trio of attacks married mid-flight, detonating in a grandiose explosion not inches from the creature’s exposed core. The blast threw the participants backward, a thick cloud of dust obscuring the warzone.

2059/2400 (both posts) per Google Docs. Used Fira and Shell this round, Fira and Sled Fang last round (all normal moves)

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
Chara, Cyborg, Christa, Red, and Karl Jak vs Golem

Slowly, the four came back to their senses as the dust from their combined attacks started to settle.  Christa put a hand to the side of her head and waited for the ringing to stop and the world to come back into focus.  When she could hear properly once more, the first thing that graced her ears was the slow clapping of someone standing a few feet from her position.  She turned and immediately felt fresh adrenaline start to worm its way through her veins as Karl Jak continued to applaud her.

“Well done,” the executive remarked.  “Marvelous teamwork.”

“Fuck you,” Christa growled, eliciting a faint snicker from the producer.

“Not on my worst day, sweetheart,” Karl laughed as a wave crashed over the beach; drowning his lower legs and knocking Christa back down into the sand.  When the woman recovered once more, she noticed that her fellow survivor was pointing to something nearby.  “Work ain’t done yet.”

Although it was missing its left arm and entire portions of its once impressive physique, the golem willed itself forward.  The sundered hulk still managed to cast a long shadow over Red and Chara.  Winded and concussed, the two were trying to evaluate their options when Cyborg leapt onto the golem’s back and started to punch at its splintered skull with his robotic fist.  

The monster reached up and closed a fist around the cybernetic warrior’s hand, and with zero remorse, it wrenched Cyborg off its back and slammed him into the ground.  A moment later, it stepped on the center of the warrior’s back, and with one horrifying motion, it tore the arm from his socket.

Fresh screams filled the beach as Red and Chara rushed to the aid of the machine.  Chara was felled when the golem bashed her in the side of the skull with its new club.  Before it could turn the severed arm against the cat, Christa had crashed into it, throwing it off balance.  The sniper managed to distract the beast, but it shrugged her off before trying to turn its focus to Red.

Christa scrambled back to her feet and turned when she saw something purple in her periphery.

“Hop to it,” Karl replied as he tossed the knife at the woman.  She caught it, and while other thoughts crept into her mind, the sound of Cyborg’s groans pulled her back toward the real fight.  With a grunt, Christa jumped at the golem once more, and this time, she led her attack by driving the small blade into an exposed portion of the monster’s neck.  The blade sank down into the rocky interior of the creature before snapping apart, and much to everyone’s joy, a gurgled noise escaped the golem’s maw as the red fires that burned within it faded and died.

With a final, jerking motion, the golem threw itself back at Christa, and while it didn’t have the strength to hurt her, she wasn’t fast enough to escape from underneath its bulk.  The two crashed to the ground with a wet thud, and Christa lost consciousness after the impact jostled her insides and drove the air from her lungs.

[spoiler]
Cyborg has lost an arm and suffered 10 points of damage.  He will bleed out and die at the end of the round.
Chara, whose skull is now fractured, is also concussed and will have (even more) difficulty discerning what is reality and what is not (10 points of damage)
Red suffered numerous scrapes and will limp for a while (4 points of damage)
Christa’s right wrist is fractured (6 points of damage)

You all must vacate the beach or risk being swallowed by the ocean.
You will gain a prize that will be revealed mid-round.[/spoiler]

[Karl Jak]

Round 4

Christa
Red 13
Cyborg
Chara
Karl Jak

[Damien Darhk]

The blood curdling scream that ripped from his throat left his juggler feeling raw as his cry of pain ended from his now shredded throat. A mixture of blood and oil spewed from the gaping whole of his missing appendage.  Cyborg sat there overcome by the pain, shock was beginning to set in. 

"Come on, we can't stay here, if you can stand and walk you'll need to or else you'll be swallowed by the ocean." The orange... Wolf? Lion? Stated plainly. He wasn't sure what to make of the beast, but he was right, the tide was coming in and at an alarming rate at that. With the help of the woman whose name he still didn't know he was able to slowly get to his feet.

"You know... You're pretty" Cyborg said with a goofy smile spread across his face. Dizziness, delirium, the blood loss was already starting to take control of his body and mind. The woman looked at her fatally injured comrade with concern as she continued to help guide the cybernetic man farther away from the beach. 

Cyborg stumbled and fell, the woman holding him up tried to catch him but the weight proved to be to much for her. He crawled to a near by tree and leaned up against it. 

Looking down he saw that his metal gauntlet still was intact. At least the beast hadn't ripped that arm off. He quickly swiched to his plasma blaster and aimed it at the bleeding hole that was once his arm. Another scream erupted from him as he fired the weapon, cauterizing it.  The constant fountain of blood and oil stopped immediately. 

Maybe I can survive this, he thought with a hopeful smile.

"Computer full body scan please."

"Appendage missing, internal bleeding present. Internal hardware compromised." 

"Shit" he said with a sorrowful gasp as another ripple of pain shot through him. He had never imagined he would die in this place. Maybe it was his own cockiness that lead him to believe this or that his intention to do good would somehow make him invulnerable to such a fate. At any rate he had been a fool to believe such a farce. The metal gentle giant gave a sigh of defeat as he awaited his fate as he felt himself growing weaker by the second.

[Marisa Kirisame]

Chara looked at her "buddy" that had just lost and arm she looked like he was going to die though death was not something unknown to her because she had died before and was semi-conscious during her time as a ghost so to speak she walked over to Cyborg and said "Im sorry it had to be this way and im sorry you were the one to die" she saw the water rising and she saw a bridge over the the water and blinked and it was not there anymore "oh,god im going insane" she thought and said that it was not safe for the others to stay here they had to go, she would stay to bury Cyborgs Body or at least try to when he died and the animals did not get to his body. she knew that she would die and that she would go insane one would happen before the others but she told them to go now. the water was rising slowly and She had still had some sanity left in her before she did something stupid that could kill her.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]

Nanaki’s feet sank sloppily into the freshly moistened sand as the tide began to roll in, waves now crashing onto the beach with increasing frequency. He hobbled across the doughy sand, rushing to the side of his fallen comrades whilst ignoring the sharp, painful spasms from his right forelimb. So long as he could maneuver the limb, he cared little that it ached so. While he was well-accustomed to pain, the same could not be said for death, and he intended to keep it that way. Though Cyborg had been severely injured, he cries meant that for at least for now, he could hold his own. Instead, he made Christa his concern. 

The fiery feline pawed feverishly through the mound of rubble that had once been their adversary, its previously menacing form having crumbled to inert stone in the absence of whatever macabre magicks had been holding it together. Though Christa had been the one to finally put the construct down for good, it looked like she had paid a steep price to claim their victory. Red’s amber optics could barely make out small chinks between the larger rocks, strands of blonde hair smeared with dirt and blood visible beneath. He quickly cast a look at the other half of the group, nothing that Chara had taken to inspecting Cyborg’s condition. Though Red wasn’t completely sold on her sanity, the girl seemed to be expressing at least a basic amount of concern for the mechanized man. She looked to have been quite rattled by the behemoth’s blow, though she continued to hold on.

“Could you give us a hand?” the burgundy beast inquired, looking pleadingly to their well-dressed guide standing at the sidelines.

“Pass,” Karl responded flatly, taking a seat on a nearby rock. Someway or another, both the hems of his slacks and his pristine oxfords had dried themselves. “You’re a scrappy little kitten, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“Pass?” Red parroted, eyes narrowing. “She could be dead!” he snarled, gesturing at his buried companion. ”He’s nearly already there himself!” 

“Could be,” the executive replied, shrugging. He produced a small brightly-wrapped candy from his breast pocket, unwrapping it as he spoke. “Time will tell, won’t it? If I were you, I’d use some of that spunk of yours to clear those rocks rather than argue with me.” He winked, tossing the sweet into his mouth and allowing the wrapper to fall to the ground.

The burgundy beast stood for a moment, unable to immediately process the man’s words. Two lives literally lay at his feet, and he was instead relaxing, staring back at him with that smarmy grin. Red felt his muscles tense as he briefly considered pleading with him once more or perhaps even leaping forward and dragging the shyster forcibly to their aid. Snarling, he shelved both ideas entirely and returning to clearing the rubble solo. With great effort he raised himself onto his haunches, bracing his forelimbs against the rocks as if he meant to climb. With renewed vigor, he twisted his back, shoving the rocks aside as his shoulder screamed in agony. The woman hadn’t been the more cordial to him since their meeting, though she had done everything in her power to ensure the safety of the group, at her own expense. To Nanaki, her brusque heroics meant infinitely more than Karl Jak’s saccharine words, void of actual compassion.

Slowly yet surely, the fiery feline chipped away at the pile, managing to clear the woman’s head from the debris after a few moments. He paused to inspect her injuries, panting heavily as he looked for telltale signs of lasting damage. Though crimson blood dribbled from her lips, he could not see signs of obvious trauma to her skull. A quick sniff of her face also told the feline that she was still breathing, if somewhat shallow and uneven, due to the weight of her rocky enclosure. Somewhat relieved at this, Nanaki doubled down and finished clearing still more rubble before taking her shoulder gingerly between his jaws and pulling her free from the debris. As she lay upon the muddy beach, he looked down at her battered body for a longer moment before taking hold of her shoulder once more, dragging her farther up the beach. The tide would not stall its assault for the benefit of any. 

As the fiery feline finally let the woman’s body rest, her chest now rising and falling at a normal cadence, he stole a glance back at the other two. Cyborg remained at the feet of the fallen titan, kneeling with his head hung as if in worship. At his side was Chara, her eyes glazed over as if barely able to comprehend what was happening around her. The feline limped back over two his teammates, leaving Christa to rest. 

“Come on, we can't stay here,” he said, standing eye-level with the crumpled automaton. Though he was not oblivious to the agony that the man bore, it would matter little if the surf devoured them. “If you can stand and walk you'll need to, or else you'll be swallowed by the ocean.”

If he could stand. Nanaki had watched as the cyborg had been forcibly separated from his limb, and yet he had the gaul to command the man to his feet. Perhaps it was the beast in him, survival instinct speaking through the feline and demanding that the disarmed automaton keep moving or die. Was it something as simple as fight-or-flight, or was Nanaki less ‘human’ than he liked to believe? Cyborg deserved compassion, deserved to live just as much as any of them. As the burgundy beast looked upon his comrades, each more broken than the last, he grew angry. They had thrown themselves in the literal line of fire, but for whom?

“Jak,” Red barked, his voice loud, yet calm. “What aren’t you telling us?” He kept his attention on the agonizing machine, hoping his presence could provide some measure of comfort. 

“Why, what ever do you mean?” The showrunner’s velvety smooth voice carried effortlessly over the air. Red didn’t need to look to know he was plastered with that idiotic grin.

“That trick you played with Christa’s gun. How two of us managed to just about die fighting something that seemed to have no interest in you.” He kept his attention on Cyborg, gritting his teeth as he refused to meet Karl’s mocking smile. “And lastly, how you just happened to have the exact thing needed to kill it.” 

Silence rang for a few seconds, the air burdened with neither witty retort nor scathing remark. Though he didn’t give Jak the pleasure of seeing his face twist into a snarl, he could not stifle a low growl as it curled up his throat. Upon his makeshift throne of granite, the show runner’s ever-present smirk seemed to fade.

[Gildarts]

Just like that, the lights went out.

The room was a sheet of black, with a single lamp belaying down from a nonexistent sky. A true abyss. She swept her line of sight as she tried to get a better angle of the room, but there was nothing to see. Just the single light. As she drew closer, staggering as though under some sort of pressure that she carried not just on her shoulders, but on the rest of her body, which she now was able to look down and see.

It was the corpse.

Half of her shown bloodied and mangled below her chin, and there were no toes to wiggle or kick her free. How was she suspended in air? Her blood was fresh, hot, and greasy. Nothing like the cauterized flesh of the woman she had more or less put to rest. Panic began to grind away the corners of her mind, slowly working its way inward, while Christa’s skinned hands attempted to stop the gore from escaping from her stomach. Just then, there was a voice. It distracted her from the darkness she sat in, enough to make her look up. Enough to make her forget.

The voice was British, and spoke these words in a firm and permanent tone, “You’re going to die.” though the woman attempted to bay the fear that surged within her with a gulp, nothing would stop the stirring of a tsunami now rising in her chest.

...

Velvet sand glued to her tongue and was sprinkled on her skin, which had been crushed face-down into the beach. The pebbles crunched inside her mouth, while her eyelids cracked open like a door, letting the bright light in.

An azure sky filled her vision, stained by the focusing figure of Red as his whiskers prickled against her sandy cheeks. A violent breath seized her, as a chill of shock, panic, and horror shuddered through her shoulders and iced her toes. Who the Hell was that supposed to be? Bruce fucking Dickinson? Christa’s fingers interwove with the soft sand as she gingerly rose, feeling the pricks and pangs of pain pierce the parts that are forgotten until something ails them.

“Tch.” she exhaled a complaint and as the lion gazed at her glacial body, they’d see her lips had turned purple from the chill. Her wrist suddenly screamed at her with fierce, relentless torment, as though stolen straight from the fires of Hell, startling her with sudden agony that felt like skin was being shredded from the bone. Looking down, Christa found that her wrist had gathered a pool of swelling, and was hardly moveable; the wince told of the tension teasing at her face while charlie horses tore knots behind her kneecaps. “Damn, I feel like I got hit by a rock,” she answered the feline’s questioning eyes with a valiant smirk. The sniper’s keen gaze put two and two together, due to the claw marks on the ground, and the fresh soot between his furry toes. “Thanks,” she said quickly, but meant it.

She rose to her feet, but found the blood surging to her head was too much, it caused her to swoon and nearly fall into the beast who was standing solidly by her side. Her hand extended outwards shakily, to catch her merging steps, and then after a small scuffle in the sand, she fell on her sitting bones with a great plume of dust fluffing upwards. The sniper’s eyes lazily took in the scene, smoldering at Karl as they passed him by. Bastard, I owe you a fucking bullet, was all that came to mind, but that was hardly an original thought. Her eyes scurried past, looking at Cyborg who’s arm had been ripped from the bone. Then, they fell on the smaller girl, who vaguely resembled Katia, save a wild look in her eye. The girl was in the distance, far from where Christa sat in the snowy sand.

They would live. But the war they had endured would wear on their faces forever.

The pain had settled to a background yowl, if she didn’t move her arm a single hair. Time ticked away, while she pulled out an item she’d slipped into her pocket during the battle. Her eyes had barely grazed it, but what could she say? She was a fan of glimmering stars, and for all Christa knew, within it could be gold. Now she pulled the ampoule out to inspect her treasure, appearing with a honey-stained gleam in the light. It was a vile with golden swishing liquid inside, she shook it and froth formed around the edges within. It was meant to be swallowed, or injected, or so she was sure, until she saw a fine silver gleam at the middle of the vial. A needle already inside. It caught her eye, and frankly, it could’ve been drugs. Christa used her only hand and squeezed the vile against her knees to open it before sniffing the soothingly astringent scent. Medicine.

Well, fuck it. Which was, well, usually her motto for everything. She stabbed the needle through the skin near her injured arm, not really thinking of the consequences, only hoping to quell at least an ounce of the dreadful, excruciating pain, which had weaved steaming vines up her arm, and seemed to have been spreading until the injected shot cut it off. Nothing happened. Her bones didn’t instantly turn to steel, nor did the blood trickling over her eye cease to roll. Christa rolled her eyes as the bottle emptied and shrugged as she put the hollow glass back in her pocket.

A sling was a good idea to have, though considering the state of things, she’d have to sacrifice the shirt on her back for the fabric of it. Her eyes fell on Karl, he stood there with that capricious smile on his lush lips, jesting her with his only his eyes -which was all it took.

“Give me your jacket.” she didn’t have the strength to stand, not yet, so she more or less hollered at him from a few yards away. To be honest, Christa didn’t think he would, since it wasn’t his style and the purple coat certainly was, “Not sure if you want to have to see what’s under mine. Red’s only got fur, and the guy over there has metal clothing woven into his skin. There’s no luggage scattered here, and I need a sling.”

Her tone was different this time, as though speaking concisely what she exactly needed from the man, there was no pleading, only words, demanding action. Only a request to be denied. Karl seemed to always win, always gain something in every encounter, if not a petty amount of loathing to pass his spare time. In response to her words, which he had no obligation to reply, he smirked and lifted his foot, which revealed a sizable handkerchief, large enough to sling her wrist in. His expression seemed non-committal, and he did not offer to extend and carry the thing to her, despite the blood splattered against the fabric of her pants. The gash in her leg was bothering her, causing the limp as he had once even called her, to squeeze tight at every hobbled step towards the suited man, but she made her way. In her boots, she felt something she hadn’t in so long. Blisters. Scabs too, had already begun to form and congeal where the skin had been ripped away. What did existing in this verse do to primes? Reality was somehow different and obscured. Maybe that’s why Karl always seemed to act the same.

As she made her way over to him, finally close enough to face him, she bend down to pick it up, complaining not with words nor an under-her-breath comment as she scooped up the fabric and gave it an ample shake before tying it tight as a noose around her neck. Just maybe, she was satisfied. “Thanks, but purple’s not my color anyway.”

As she turned away again, she could’ve sworn she saw him smile.

Before she knew it, she’d slipped her wrist in, and found the corner of a package in the sand. She sat down and her hand reached for the unknown but familiar shape, as she picked it up, she noted it was a box of cigarettes. The green emblem mixed with royal red and lines of gold told her that this was the exact brand that Abner smoked. Christa blinked, and with her single hand, she pulled one out of the box. Never in her life had she ever asked for a light, but right now, she thought she could’ve used one, if not for the nostalgic fondness she imagined it would give her. He had held this in his hands. She put the unlit stick in the part of her lips and let it hang there for a while, there weren’t any lighters in sight, nor did she feel the need to make her lungs convulse and wheeze.

The outward facing edge of her the coffin nail caught her eye, and she stared at its absence of smoke while some of the initial thrill from the battle left her still rattling mind. The prime was pretty banged up, and she considered the face that went along with the cigarette in her mouth. Her pale eyes wilted slightly as she looked off at the salivating waves chomp into the natural declivity of the beach. Smoke. It reminded her of him. Completely immersive, yet it was kind of sad when it all fell away. The clutter in her thoughts dissipated with the sudden wind and her hand moved to her belt, which carried her utilities and her fingers lightly touched the two canisters hung there. They just happened to create smoke.

While her thoughts inspired her to stand again, her body once more, wavered. Squeaks in her muscles protested No! Stop! while her mind was all too determined to do anything but. Christa had a good look down the beach, and there was nothing there, save a few slices of metal. There had once been a group of other survivors, but it had moved off, and left nothing but wave-washed tracks on the beach. Then her eyes scaled the forest, and the great big mountain that laid so distantly atop it, which she was able to see from the less-dense film of mist over the island. Bright eyes glittered with curiosity. It’d do no good to try to unleash a smoke signal here, especially if help might come from the other side of the mountain, and, if her... he, was alive, there was no telling if he’d see it from where he was, perhaps he’d been crashed in the forest just like she had.

There really were no answers, but a whole lot of fog. If that really were her only gamble, the one that hung off the side of her hip, she had to take it even if the visibility was poor. The beach could get her rescued, but Christa didn’t want to go without him. Nor without her answers, without the nameless girl in the photograph. A sense of belonging welled up within her and something like fate bound her to the island. While something like Karl Jak gave her a purpose to fight it.

“I’m going out there,” She told Red XIII, “We aren’t safe on the beach, and while I’m hardly mobile, I think I have to go in there. I have to know what secrets this island holds, since he won’t tell me, I have to find them. I can barely hold my gun, and if I had my pistol, I’m sure I could barely cock it. But I’ve got a reason to live and something worth dying for. Maybe that’ll be enough to help me find what I’m looking for.”


[spoiler]

Reward Item used (+1 SP, +4 Damage).

[/spoiler]

[Marisa Kirisame]

She just shook her head at the people that were just arguing but she looked at Cyborg and thought "why am I doing this"? she then gave Cyborg her Locket and said "Cyborg I have one thing I want you to do if you come back to the Fountain where you come from, if you Find a Flower that can talk or a goat that calls himself Asriel tell him ill be in the Pale moors tell him that im still alive and not to fear that he is alone". she pat Cyborgs back and handed him some Chocolate, hopeing to help Cyborg when he dies that he dies with someone to help him".

[Karl Jak]

End of Round 4

Chara didn’t notice when Cyborg slipped from the mortal coil.  One moment, the one-armed machine was taking small bites of chocolate, and the next, he was motionless in the sand.

The girl patted him on the head one last time and looked around.  The others had all left the beach for one reason or another.

“Huh.”

Cyborg is dead and will respawn at the Nexus in 3 days.

[Karl Jak]

End of Round 5

The girl sat a little too long.  By the time she'd made it to her feet, the water was already up passed her knees.   She set her sights on an escape from the vanishing beach, but before she could make it halfway, she was underwater.  The fights had sapped her strength, and the undertow proved too much for little Chara.

Despite how cold the water was and the rain beating down on her head, she fought with everything she had until her strength failed.

Chara slipped under the water, and that was the last that anyone had to say about that.

Chara is dead and will respawn at the Nexus in 3 days.