Zone A -- Lowlands

[Gamzee Makara]

There was a bit of rumbling gurgling that sounded vaguely like a monster, a monster that wanted very much to be fed.

"Food. I need some foods, dudes," Gamzee moaned, his pace slowing ever so slightly.

He vaguely spied the silhouette of a tree just about thirty yards or so down the road. Tree means fruit. Fruit means food. Food means...

Food.

The clown picked up the pace a bit, almost stumbling for lack of feeling in his right foot. But he needed the foodstuffs. By the time he reached the tree, he could see little red orbs hanging from the branches, each of them with a dull shine from the waxing sunlight. With a hearty 'fuck yeah!', Gamzee rubs his hands together and crouches low, preparing for a beautiful leap of faith for food. He is rewarded with his efforts - with a mouth full of grass.

He sputters out dirt and greenery, swearing at his motherfucking banged up leg. Which, gives him the idea of banging up the tree. The troll summons a deuce club in his right hand and gets to swinging.

Suddenly, it's raining apples. Gamzee laughs, the happiest he's been since meeting his new lil' blue sis. He gathers up a couple apples, the spoils of war. Then, he promptly sits on his ass and leans against the tree. His head makes a pleasant *thonk* against the trunk of the tree as he reclines, which causes a pleasantly wrapped package to fall from the branches above. It lands squarely in his lap. Huh. Does he dare say it?...

He do. He do dare.

"Motherfuckin' miracle."

Item search in A1

[Larfleeze]

"No need." Chakravartin said amused, as she not-so-subtly jerked her foot inside the safehouse, she didn't want to face their enemies who were waiting inside, whether they were prevented by the rules from harming them or not.  "I just left the safehouse, I'll be good for a while." he said, waving off her demand for him to stick his head through the doorway.

"Now, the alert came a little while ago that the new items will drop soon, and one of them will be nearby your battlegrounds in Area Nine."

The squid looked uncomfortable, "I don't really want to go back there."

"It's for the sake of winning the game, isn't it?" Chakravartin asked, smiling, "Just be calm. I don't understand why everyone is treating the event so seriously."

"You aren't treating it seriously?" she asked, annoyed, "I nearly died!"

"So did I, but we're Primes. By the will of Omni, none of this will matter." Chakravartin said, "It's a game. And Bendy made a sacrifice- a significant one, so that you could continue the game. Wouldn't we be acting in his best memory if we win it in his honor?"

"The Golden Alliance is crippled." Abyss muttered, "literally."

"Well, I refuse to throw everything away before we see how far we can go. Neither of us has much Omnilium yet, compared to some of these fellows. I used to be a god- and a girl battered me into the ground with her fists, and with metal bullets." he shivered, his grin widening, "I have been humbled by a human once again! The least I can do is deny their alliance, after wronging me, and wronging Bendy, by stealing away the item drop from their noses."

Abyss sighed, "So you just want to win out of- what, petty revenge?"

"Nothing I do is 'petty' Abyss, cause' I'm the one doing it." Chakravartin said smugly, "And I want to try to win, at the very least. Why else would I play a game?"

Golden Alliance (Abyss & Chakravartin) moves from Safehouse A to A9

[Dawnika Snow]

The assassin pushed Dust away from her. She spit at the ground and wiped her lips with her arm to get the phantom feeling from her lips. Glaring daggers at the shirtless man, she raised her fist and held every fibre of her being back to restrain herself from unleashing a punch that his ancestors would feel. If she did, she could be eliminated for not adhering to the rules of the game, or break her covenant with Shinmen.

"If you ever do that again, I wont be afraid to end this pact just to see your head hit the ground." She growled as an only warning. Strain urged her shoulder to either follow-through or release the tension, and barely did she settle with the latter. Her fist found it's way back to her side.

After calming down from that awkward experience, the duo waited for Shinmen to finish his rest. Dust couldn't happen but pry at the assassin for her sudden change in appearance and the blatant change in the pitch of her voice. Did she also seem a little shorter than before?

"I have to ask, Yuki, when did you dye your hair blonde?" He asked, swearing he remembered her hair being a dark cloak of ebony for ocean blue eyes. Erika returned his glance with a confused look.

"My hair has always been blonde since I was born." She replied with scoff. The tiny girl crossed her arms and looked off to the side, aggravated with everything that had happened after respawning in the Safehouse.

"I must have not noticed it before then, my apologies." How could he not be aware of her hair colour for such a long period of time? Blonde wasn't an easy color to forget on a girl.

"That doesn't make sense." She said.

"Nevermind, it's nothing." Dust said putting his hands on the back of his head and letting out a loud sigh. "I wonder how we should proceed next."

"I presume we should look for more drops on the island, but the last update on item locations was hours ago. I assume by now, our drops are either gone, or being faught over by numerous primes." She explained rummaging through her pack. "I suggest we take a break and just wait for the next drops."

As she was looking for the tablet, the needle from Karl Jak rolled over on her hand. How could this be used? Was it medicinal? Would Karl really try to kill her for winning? Ah, what the fuck ever.

She took the needle and jammed it into her left forearm, without a care for what she was trying to hit or where this needle should even be injected. The liquid entered her body and almost instantly, the fatigue she felt vanished. Her weary muscles felt replenished and able again. Dust just watched as she injected herself with an oddly suspicious liquid. He wasn't about to ask her about it though.

Still at Safehouse A

[Professor Sunshine]

As Chakravartin told Abyss that he did not need to go into the Safe House since he was already in a Safe House today, the Egg Boss was intrigued on how he could have gotten to there after disappearing earlier. "Well I guess since you don't need to go to a Safe House for now, we should get the heck out of these hills and maybe find a place to lie low from them. Preferably somewhere with a lot of cover, like a forest. While Abyss wanted to leave away from the two demons, Chakravartin told Abyss that he wanted to stay around Area 9 for the item drop that was to land there.

Abyss, being very scared of the two demons who managed to kill Bendy and very nearly kill her, but as Chakravartin talked to her she could begin to understand on why he wanted to stay, so that he could try to win in Bendy's honor, even though it would kill him. While she was still scared about how the two were able to beat the Golden Alliance so easily, she could get on why the god would want to stay to search for a item. "Ugh, fine I'll stay and help you look for an item in this area, but after that we have to get out of here as fast as possible.

While Abyss and Chakravartin were looking for where the item could appear, both of their stomachs started to rumble, as they haven't ate in an entire day. Because of this, Abyss decided to have a small break to eat on the rations before continuing to search for the item, and as she opened the rations she saw that the rations just consisted of a single ham sandwich, some canisters of chicken soup, and multiple bottles of water. "That's it? I was assuming there would be more food since we'll probably be here for a long while, but do they really expect us to hunt for food?"

Luckily for Abyss, as soon as she said that she could see some pigs in the distance, but as she tried to run torwards them she tripped over the chest containing the item that they were looking for. "Hey Kong, I think I found it! Not sure what's in it,
but I found it!" As Abyss got back up and tried to carry the chest back to Chakravartin, she wondered what item would be within the chest, and she hoped that something would be in there which could help heal her from some of the damage she endured from fighting those demons.

A9 Item Search. Karl Jak may not be here, but I'm gonna assume that Phase 2 started and it's time for the Items to drop.

[Harlan Higgs]

The handyman stepped forward in front of Enel, a hand reaching behind his back to draw the long black barrel of his revolver. "Don't trouble yourself, my Lord. I'll put this geezer in the ground where he can nap." Enel smirked and stepped back, allowing his "minion" to take the first move in what was certain to be a rather short conflict. 

The Ravnos would make sure of it.

Kansas City Shuffle

Odin leaned heavily on his spear, the bearded viking grievously wounded. Hendy raised the gun without much fanfare and began pulling the trigger, the steely weapon letting out six inch gouts of flame with each bullet. Vic walked forward with purpose, aiming at the norseman with a hardened look in his eye as he marched forward and emptied the cylinder methodically. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.

The old man coughed, and leaned to and fro, attempting to dodge the projectiles rather than dive for cover like a normal man would. Maybe being a god gave you an invulnerability complex. Vic Hendy wouldn't know.

Only a couple of the bullets found their mark, staggering Odin as he stumbled forward, bleeding profusely. The Ravnos put his dukes up and cautiously advanced on his opponent, remembering not to get too close to a wounded animal. His caution was paid off when Odin lashed out rapidly with his spear just as the Kindred entered striking range, catching the handyman right in the stomach.

Vic looked down at the blade sticking out of his gut, before bending over slightly and letting out a feigned yell of pain. Gotta keep the charade up. Odin yanked on it and spun the weapon in a fancy arc that whipped around and cracked Hendy in the jaw before he could react. "Fuck!" That one actually -did- hurt!

The pretender growled and caught the next swipe of the spear's blade in the crook of his elbow, feeling it cut into his clothes and through the tender flesh of his forearm. He didn't care. This would be far more satisfying, lips curling back in a nasty smile as Hendy yanked the spear forward and stepped into Odin's insole, lowering his head and shattering the man's nose with a headbutt.

The wounded god stumbled back, off center, and the fightin' mechanic followed with a street skip, keeping his frame low as he pummeled Odin's bloody torso with his fists, each blow making a meaty thwacking sound. The fisticuff combo was relentless, and Hendy sensed the time to step back was near when Odin had recovered enough to throw a knee up to put some space between them.

The mechanic backed up, fists raised and elbows bunched, keeping close enough that Odin could swing the spear without leaving himself open for another sock in the jaw. Grumbling, the norseman circled around Hendy, the Ravnos grinning cheekily and hopping from one foot to another. "What's wrong, Sheldon? Feelin' a bit rheumatic?" He dropped into a crouch, his voice going low. "Cuz I could definitely go for a drink."

It was quick enough that Odin couldn't get the spear up in time. Hendy knocked the weapon to the side with hands curled like claws, seizing the old man by his shirt and diving in to bite deeply into his neck. Fangs ripped skin, and hot red blood welled to the surface, Hendy's mouth on the old man's shoulder sucking, sucking, sucking his last remaining drops of vitality.

"Oof!"

The vampire stumbled back, denied his blood feast but for the appetizer, a boot having nearly splintered his shin. "You will not feed upon the...Allfather..that easily." The man spoke in a deep tone, although the slight wobbly in his knees spoke a different tune.

649 Words
Harlan used Colt Python, Comstock Style, Feed
Odin used Gungnir

[Karl Jak]

End Day 2 – Early Morning

Begin Day 2 – Morning (6 AM to 12 PM, since people were discussing this in the box recently)

This phase ends at 4:30 CDT on June 20th

[Professor Sunshine]

As Abyss arrived near Chakravartin and opened the chest, all that she saw was a small part of some sort of weapon, and while it looked like it could be repaired if the other parts were found and reattached, Abyss had no idea where the other parts to the weapon could be. "Well Kong, this is a huge disappointment, but now's not the time to be discussing stuff like this. We need to get far away from here now that we have whatever this thing is, especially with those two demons on our tail. But first we should probably eat for a bit." While Abyss was sad that the food wasn't as good as the food at the Station, she was glad that she at least had food to eat that wasn't covered in insects, and as she bit into the ham sandwich, she felt like the bleeding from the fighting was finally over.

After finishing their rations, Abyss and Chakravartin checked their Maps to see which Area was closest to their location in Area A, which turned out to be the mountainous Area E. "Sigh, I was hoping the forest would be closer, but at the least it'll be harder for those demons to navigate those mountains." As the Golden Alliance continued to wander the hillsides to head torwards the mountain, they tried to make sure they were not being followed, and the Egg Boss even tried to cover her tracks using leaves from the trees they could find scattered around the hills.

Eventually, the two were able to reach the center of A12, where they could rest for a bit to regain their stamina. While Chakravartin was continuing to check for Item Drops on his Tablet, Abyss checked around to see if there was anything that she could hunt down so that they could have food for later. Luckily for her, she was able to see some cows nearby, as well as some of the pigs from earlier. After she told Chakravartin that she would be going to hunt for food for later, Abyss quickly created different Balled Waters and launched them at one of the cows and two of the pigs, burning them with water and distracting them enough for Abyss to finish hunting them with swift kicks at their heads.

"Hey Kong, I managed to get us some meat for later! We don't have any knives to cut them with, but hey, any food for later is better than no food at all!" As Abyss carried the meat from the cow and pigs to Chakravartin, she was glad that she was able to hunt off some meat from the animals from the island, but she wondered where the animals even came from, since she didn't see any farms during her travels. When she finally got to Chakravartin though, he surprised her by saying Oh sorry, I'm vegetarian Abyss. But don't worry about finding food for me, I think I can find something to eat as we continue on."

After cutting out some slabs of meat from the cow and pigs and putting it in the bag containing her gear, Abyss got back up and started to continue walking with Chakravartin torwards the mountains. After a few minutes of walking, the Golden Alliance could finally see the foothills of Area E in the horizon, and as they checked the map to see how much farther they would have to walk, Abyss looked back at the hills she was able to cross, and after checking a bit to see if the demons were following them, the squid once again looked at the horizon, before continuing her walk.

Abyss used a Medi-Gel (Roleplayed as eating Rations and having the bleeding stop.)
Golden Alliance from A9 to A12.

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee chuckles and carefully finds a slot in his knapsack for his very first item drop. He really wasn't sure what to make of this particular find, but hopefully it'll find some use down the road. Hopefully. Maybe.

Probably not. Not with his luck. The clown sighs, sitting there and eating a few more apples. He wasn't sure what to do now, really. His little device stopped urging him forward with incessant beeps and rings. The map still worked, but he still couldn't read it. The running joke continues, and with this fucked up leg he couldn't even run with it. It was a marathon, motherfucker, and he was in dead last. Still - snagging an item drop was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. After getting his fill of apple meat, Gamzee pulled himself to a standing position using the tree for balance until he was on two feet. He leans over to grab a couple of fruity snacks and place them in his pack, and then he starts walking. Down the paved road again. Down yet another seemingly random path, leaving nothing in his wake but whimsy, miracles, and apple cores.

----

After walking a certain distance, Gamzee could see a curtain of tropical trees drawing a definitive line in the land. What was once a valley of rolling green hills and flat lands receded into an impossibly dense forest of the most vibrant green colors the troll had ever seen.

Well, besides a certain shade of green he don't really all up and feel like chattin' about right now. Yeah, that's gonna be a fun thing to think about in a rain forest. The sun was well up and in the sky now though. No more stars. It was a pretty, if somewhat sad thing.

The sun ate all the stars.

Moving from A1 -> B1

[Larfleeze]

Chakravartin snacked on some fruit that happened to be on a nearby tree as Abyss ate her fill of animal meat. He knew, intellectually, that it wouldn't regain sentience in her belly and try to eat its way back out, that the only planet where that was normal to happen was his own planet, but it made him uncomfortable all the same. The mountain's foothills got slowly closer.

Nothing was following them, that Chakravartin could tell. Abyss seemed to want to go for the item drop in Zone D, as far as he could tell. The one in Zone B was technically closer, but the forest might very well be more treacherous than the mountains for the squid. In the forest, Chakravartin knew that there were few places where one could know they were safe. You would have to keep an eye out overhead, behind every tree, and hidden in the brush.

The mountains held their own challenges, but hopefully they'd be able to get a better view of everything on the island, and would be able to see opponents coming from miles away.

The remains of some kind of large basecamp, long abandoned, came into view relatively quickly. "There could be people about." Abyss said, her eyes shifting back and forth. "I'll scout ahead, cause-"

"My eye?"

"I was going to say, 'faster than you' but that's a good point as well." The squid waved, and took off towards the camp, Chakravartin following at a slower pace.

They met up in the center of the area, finding a long-unused firepit. Abyss shivered slightly in the early morning air, "You know... I haven't gotten any sleep since this whole thing started."

"I was knocked unconscious for a time." Chakravartin said, "I can take the first watch if you want- ah, here we are." He took out the flint and steel that had been included in the starting bag, and made for the firepit.

"Wait- aren't you worried people will see us?"

"It's stil sunrise. The glare should prevent anything, and soon enough having a fire or not won't make us less or more visible." he said, "And I also want to see how my fruit taste roasted."

"...Fine. I'm gonna get some shuteye, for now. But wake me up in an hour! We need to keep ahead of the demons!"

"Of course."

Moving Abyss and Chakravartin from A12 to E2

[Odin]

Odin coughed and stumbled while recovering from the feeding, and a wound in his chest bubbled from where a bullet had punctured his lung. Despite the pain and weakness, he laughed. Blood stained his lips and teeth from the constant coughing, injuries oozed with every chuckle, and his splint was beginning to bend and crack.
 
“You think that because you will kill me that you will win the fight, but your bloodlust has blinded you,” he chided them. “While you waste your time with a dead man, other’s move to gather resources.” Then he adjusted his gaze to only confront Harlan. “And you. Do you imagine the man back there your ally? He finishes off one opponent while crippling another, and all without risking as much as a broken nail. You play the fool. But do not worry, I will make sure you learn your lesson.”
 
Odin suddenly swung his spear in a low arc at the vampire’s feet. He tried to simply hop over it, but his body was still slowed from digesting the vitae from his latest feeding. The blade caught his shin and swiped it out from under him. He crashed into the ground, head bouncing off the earth. Odin raised his spear to swing it down on his foe, but Vic rolled into the All-Fathers legs. The spear found nothing but dirt. Odin raised Gungnir to attack again, but Vic kicked his broken knee. It immediately buckled, and the dying god crumpled with a scream.
 
Harlan stood and dusted off his clothes before kicking Odin in the gut. Blood dribbled from the god’s mouth as he curled up to protect what was left of his organs. The vampire smirked and prepared for a second strike when Odin lashed out with the butt of his spear. It caught Vic between the legs, causing his breath to hitch and giving Odin enough time to stagger up onto his one good leg.
 
The All-Father immediately struck out with Gungnir, but the vampire jumped back out of the way. Odin’s slow pursuit was easy for Vic to avoid as he pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. “Alright gramps, it’s time to get serious,” he taunted as he slipped the weapons on and stopped his retreat.
 
The two men circled each other slowly, Vic waiting for a chance to get inside on Odin, and Odin keeping his spear up in a defensive position. Suddenly, Odin when for a wide-arcing attack, and Vic stepped forward. The vampire hunched his shoulder and raised his arm to block the shaft, but it had been a feint. Odin hopped forward and cracked Vic in the nose with his forehead. The stunned vampire stumbled backward, and Odin continued his attack by bringing the end of his spear into Vic’s gut. Then he spun it up high and brought it down on the vampire’s skull like a baseball bat.
 
*CRACK*
 
Blood dripped down Vic’s face from the head wound, but it wasn’t what caused him to see red. With a growl, the vampire grabbed Odin by the collar before another blow could be struck. He brought a lead-clad fist across the god’s face and felt a satisfying snap of bone. Odin’s head lolled back as his jaw broke. A second blow landed and broke the ridge above his left eye.
 
“Let’s here you talk shit now,” Vic spat, giving Odin a momentary reprieve.
 
“uhi ill ave aye ear,” Odin mumbled.
 
“What?” Vic asked, surprised the god could even say that much.
 
Suddenly, he felt something warm spreading across his torso. He looked down and saw that his opponent and jabbed his spear through his stomach. “You still have your spear,” he parroted back. He growled and wound up before delivering a punch that sent the old god flying and ripped the spear from his guts.

639 words. Odin used Gungnir. Harlen used Comstock Style and Knuckle Dusters.

[Enel]

I check my Danteverse terminal. Tch. The old man’s right. While we were fighting here, some bastard has swooped in to grab the pickup!

I have to restrain myself from crushing the device in my hands. I look towards the bearded bastard. “You made me miss the pickup, you impudent old fool.”

I push Victor aside. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

I take a step towards him.

Mantra.

He swings left.

I step to the right.

He swings right.

I step left and grab his wrist. He drops the spear and swings for me with his other hand, but I headbutt him before he has a chance.

I lean down and grab him by the scruff of the neck. “You knew we were coming. Why’d you get in our way? Why’d you throw your life away?”

The shrivelled old bastard just smiles.

Son of a bitch!

“Think you’re funny?!” I roar. “Think this is funny?!” I channel electricity through my hand into his throat, let loose the energy until his grey hair stands on end. “You’re going to die here!” I let more energy loose. “Die!” More. “Die!” More! “DIIIE!”

He falls back, and there’s blood in his eyes. The old man doesn’t want to die.

I raise my staff. “Come at me.”

He raises his spear.

For an old guy, he’s surprisingly fast. I’ve met younger men who were far slower. But with my mantra, there’s simply nothing he can do. I block his tired moves as though it were child’s play.

“Don’t you have anything else?” I grimace at him, almost pleading. “This is too easy. I want to feel it!” I parry another spear thrust. “Come on, show me something else!”

Could it be that …

He’s got nothing else?

“Pathetic.” I break off the assault with an open-palmed blast of electricity. It throws him back, though he’s still somehow on his feet. “Just why are you in this competition?”

He tries to say something through his broken jaw but it comes out as “Erger bur hum.”

“Fuckin’ dementia patient.” I bring my staff up into a golf swing aimed for his already-smashed jaw.

He catches it. Eh?

Then he pulls me towards him. I let go, refusing to get pulled into the range of his fists. But now he has my staff, and his spear.

He holds the staff out. An offering.

I snatch for it, but he moves his hand back, stepping away. God-damn it …

I leap for him, and my mantra doesn’t warn me of any incoming attack. All he does is move slightly.

And suddenly the damn spear is in my gut.

“God damn it!” I roar. I jumped right into his spear. As I grab for it, he swings my staff, and suddenly I’m seeing stars. I fall back, clutching my midriff, and roll as he moves to continue the assault.

He’s right in my face, swinging both weapons, and it’s all I can do to dodge – block – and retaliate. I grab him by both wrists. “Go down!” I scream, shocking him.

All I can see of his face is his lit-up skull. It’s grinning. “No,” he chokes, and headbutts me.

I stagger backwards. My head’s spinning. My sleep deprivation and rage is throwing my mantra all over the place. Left, right, down, left, up – it’s hard to keep track of where each weapon is, and I find myself getting battered by both the wooden haft of his spear and by my own staff.

God damn it, enough!

I plant my feet and blast electricity out of every pore. It’s enough to shock him backwards, and I take the initiative, diving into a right straight. He leans back and my fist only grazes him, then he roundhouse kicks me. I take a painful hit into my forearm, but it’s worth it only so I can hit him again. This next straight is a belter, and it lands right on his nose. I watch the claret spurt out of his nostrils as the back of his head connects with the ground.

“Huh!” I snatch up my staff, and with it, I smash his head into the ground. His face is a bloody mess. It’s all I can do to stop myself pummelling him again. But I’m tired. And I don’t want to kill him just yet.

“Hendy,” I say, walking back towards the edge of the clearing. “You take a turn. Make him suffer.”

[Dust]

As natural as ripping into the cartoon before, Dust consumed the information she was giving him and sorting through it. From her sass about the kiss to the lack of explanation about her dye-job. He couldn't tell if she was more talkative as well at this point, or if that was just because it was the two of them. In their moment of silence, he turned his head to look at their sleeping companion. Indeed, now was a time to rest and heal. He glanced his body over and found more bruises than cuts, but all the same, he was sore and wounded, and he guessed his natural healing was stunted by this place since nothing had changed over the course of hours.. As well, his stomach felt like it was trying to knot itself tightly in attempts to squeeze what little food remained for what it was worth. It would not be the first or last time he would go to bed hungry, he opted to leave his rations alone, but the half naked man began to reach into his bag for something else.

He imagined Takezo's reaction to the payment would be about as pleasant as her's; which would prove to be problematic when the time for payment came and there were only the two. He realized at this point, the liability of having feelings. As a contractor with access to the heart instead of just the mind, he wondered if that was a safety protocol built into their abilities. Without emotions, they can kill whoever stands in their way - well most of the time. Add anything about liking or disliking a person and his attachments to people start to endanger his life. However, what truly bothered him, was the part where he was starting to think he could be okay with that. His life up until this moment was about saving his own skin while completing missions like the dog he'd shamefully became.

Dust flopped down on the floor near her, pulling out a handful of gel he'd been holding this whole train of thought, and begins to rub it along his bruises and scraps. It miraculously erased a minor one, but he felt the harshest ones would need a little extra time.

He would tell them both in full later: How he was useless without someone to kiss, and that they were equally likely to be the victims of his impulses. How the longer he held back, the more endangered they were of being his target themselves when the time comes. He would also explain that it was just a kiss, and that there was no emotional attachment to it, that it meant nothing and he and his payment didn't discriminate between gender. He'd explain that kissing the cartoon character before was necessary to defeat him, but he could kiss anyone for that.

But for now, he lowered his head and let sleep take him. The old farm house not being any more or less comfortable than where he normally slept, yet he had a restless kind of sleep.. They were abstract enough to call dreams, but the message was still clear. He was worried. He was worried that he would be more of a liability to the two he'd joined up with; worse they would see it as that and leave him behind. He was fine with being alone, he'd done it for years without realizing it; he had been alone entering this competition and in the end, he would be alone no matter how you looked at it. So he stayed up and waited for the drops to be announced, staring at everything the dataverse had to offer.

-

It was morning when he got the drop information, and almost as soon as he did he calculated the odds. Zone B had two, they could jump from one to the other, but logically 2 drops meant they would have to deal with twice the danger. So he roused his companions and dragged them out of the safe house while he explained his issues. "So. You have one free shot, Yuki." He said, standing boldly up in front of her now that they were in the grass. He held his hand out to stop any argument from the man, he would understand by the look in Dust's eyes that this was about honor. Whatever insult he made on the girl would only be resolved with a painful punishment. "But then I need your permission. I know you can handle it by yourself, but we're a team as of this moment, so decide now. Suck it up, or walk away from me. Both of you."

Dust uses 2 Medi-Gel to heal 2 of his 6 Damage; Dust has 4 Damage.
Full Assualt moves from Safe House A to A9.
Dust is not challenging Full Assualt but allows Dawn one free hit.(Honor Code, bro.)

[spoiler]OoC Message to Karl: Dx 800 limit sucks!![/spoiler]

[Oleander]

Takezo was roused rather easily, he seemed to be a very light sleeper. The man rolled his shoulders and sat upright, stretching bit by bit to erase sleep-tension from his muscles. As he hopped to his feet to continue his stretching, Dust readies everything and heads out of the safehouse.

Takezo followed, where Dust unveiled the purpose behind the kiss of death he gave to Bendy, and the reason this new Yuki seemed to be so cold. No pun intended, seeing as no such thing existed in Japan around his time.

Takezo carelessly shrugged at Dust's comment. Even as they head out into the flatlands, he did not seem to care too much. The response he gave felt obligatory, as if leaving anything unsaid might make Dust less effective in a fight.

"There is a tail about an old-lady Yokai. This grandmother becomes more powerful by stealing the favorite toys of children. The more toys she has, the greater her power becomes." He let the thought sink in. What an odd way to gain power, he'd hope Dust thinks. "They were thought to create horrid nightmares that lingered, because a child had lost their comfort item. These became fears that lingered into adulthood.

"In short, the source to one's power may not be as simple as a sword and training. If you gain your powers by a kiss like some incubus, than you and I share the common ground." Before Dust could comment, Takezo quickly corrected himself. "Demon-wise... We both fight like demons." The swordsman even chuckled.

"Another anecdote that doesn't involve fables... I met more than a few monks who've had more than a kiss with the young men of their order. It was not the most common, but it was not unheard of. However, there was an agreement there... and so there will be here. I will keep count, and for every kiss you lay on me I will find you after this game and punch you in the gut. It will not be lethal, but expect it to hurt." Takezo turned a smirk onto Dust and patted the man's shoulder.

They had been moving for a little while now, he could almost see the treeline in the distance. That means that the drop zone should be close - an assumption quickly approved by Yuki - or the new woman that Yuki turned into, at least. Erika was her name?

Moving Full Assault (Dust, Dawn and Takezo) from A9 to A8.

[Dust]

Erika was not eager to feel the half-naked man's flesh under her fist, but did not hesitate to take the punch she was given. She may have slugged him as hard as she could, but pulled the guantlet free beforr she did. Knuckle collided with cheek, and Dust was thrown off his feet and onto his back, and the sound of the attack echoed out over the hills as he lands hard on the ground. He felt the bruise already forming, but without a word the blonde female put her equipment back on before grunting, "Come on."

He felt a smile carve across his face and he lept to his feet to chase after them both. Nursing his cheek the whole time they moved into the forest cover area once more.

Perplexed by the point of the story of somthing he couldn't remember if he'd been submitted to the lore of before this point or not, his confusion turned into delight and ammusement when Takezo compared him to the fabled Iccubus; brother to the succubus who gains some form of power by performing something otherwise romantic. He laughed at that. "I've been called many things, my friend!" He laughed between thoughts, mildly harder. "But that is a first!!" He did not look much different to Takezo during the pre-show when the idea of the Golden Alliance coming to battle in same colored outfits and fake swords, perhaps a bit more tamed than the older gentlemen.

Inside he was thankful his friend was not only good humored about it, understanding on a personal level, but also did not shun him. He let out a softer chuckle. "Deal my friend." But then glanced behind him at Erika, the bruise she left on his cheekbone still in a good mood. "But I wont be able to take many of your hits, Yuki, so you have to make a different request."

Full Assault(Dawn, Takezo, and Dust) move from A8 > B9

[Karl Jak]

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[Harlan Higgs]

"With pleasure."

The vampire growled and cracked his knuckles, his jumpsuit red with a dark blood, although not as much as one might expect from getting a spear shoved through them. The brass of his lucky spades clinked together as he advanced on Odin once more, wary of the curved metal as it rose to head height, the severely wounded Prime barely able to keep one eye open.

They circled each other, Hendy catching view of Enel spitting on the ground and watching his minion with cruel interest, clearly hoping for a show. Heh.

"So....old man. Norse, right? I recognize the runes on your spear. You ain't Thor, I don't see the hammer. I get the feeling Loki and I would be good buddies. Which means...ah. Odin." No change in the old man's expression as Vic Hendy called him out by name. "Fallen pretty far to be dragged by Omni here, huh? About to die to a mortal armed with metal." Hendy caught himself, and added something to keep up the charade of being Enel's worshipper. "And the only true God."

A wet, throaty cough and a quick swipe with the spearhead as Hendy drew a little too close, the Ravnos stepping back and left from the point, choosing the missed attack as his opportunity to sneak a low blow in to the old man's kidney, the sharp crack of a rib splintering ringing out. "Gods bleed here too, Odin. False ones." Another spear jab, followed by a swift cut that brought a dull splitting pain to Hendy's cheek as it was sliced like deli meat.

He growled and spat blood from his lips, winding up and launching a heavy brass fist into Odin's solar plexus, causing the man to double over and gasp for breath. Hendy took off the knuckles, cracking his fingers, and drew short symbols in the air, his eyes burning with the same purple pattern of emptiness he'd tried to intimidate Chakravartin with. 

A thick, cloying mist filled the small area of their battle, the wet dirt ground beneath their feet feeling more like asphalt and concrete, a lone streetlight flickering above them, the illusions smelling and looking and feeling so real. Hendy let go of the main one he was crafting, and three chains formed of clinking metal glowing with red sigils formed out of thin air, wrapping themselves around Odin's arms and neck. 

"In a city much like this....I used to live. I played the games of my world, made some friends. One of 'em, big bloke named Munin, used to tell me stories of Asgard and the Norse gods. A genuine Viking, drinking in a shitty little club on Pratt Street. Finest brawler to ever lay one across my left side." Hendy was reloading his gun, watching as Odin struggled and choked against the chains tightening around his neck. "I humored him, after all, he was buying. But out of all those stories, you know what one of my thoughts was?" He pointed the barrel up towards the sky, finger on the trigger.

"Loki was the smart one. Made the rest of you look like fools. Even if the "Allfather" was so supremely powerful. Guess what?" 

BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM.

The Ravnos leaned forward, the smoking barrel of the gun in his hand. "Odin gets his powers and knowledge by hangin' from a tree for seven days and dyin'. Also known as..."

He pressed the barrel against the God's forehead, extracting a nasty sizzling sound as he sears the old man's flesh with the red hot metal. "Bein' a little bitch."

The chains broke as Hendy withdrew the gun, Odin letting out a mighty bellow of rage. The last ounces of power in a dying boar. The vampire danced backward, avoiding furious swipes and stabs , his metropolitan illusion dissolving at exactly the wrong moment. A tree stump was revealed to the Norse deity, and his attacks pushed Hendy backwards over the stump, causing him to fall over backwards. He hit the ground with a thud, and the vampire let out a snarl of frustration as the spear went through his shoulder, pinning him to the muddy earth.

714 Words

[Cirno]

As the brigade of misfits walked through the hills (cirno carrying clownpiece) they could see the first actual patches of trees in the distance and the two fairys were relived as Cirno was carrying Clownpiece all across the lands and finally could take a break. "How is your foot Clownpiece? Beside it being broke just great."

She saw Dane a couple feet away using stealth to his advantage. "So uh how about we take a few minute break over by one of the patches of trees. We can regroup, rest, and maybe find some herbs around there to use on her wound." Clownpiece nodded ecstatically while Dane was nodded only at the prospect of a slight rest. Once they had gotten there after a few minutes Cirno gingerly sat Clownpiece down to the refusal of said fairy who was basically hopping on one foot.

Cirno had wrapped her broken hand in what ever the place where the fight took place out had giving very rudimentary first aid to both her and Clownpiece. While both fairy's would regenerate after death completely unharmed the scars from such a fight would still stay intact in there memory's as long as the piece of nature there affiliated with is not destroyed, if that happened they would vanish from the earth and hell as they entered it without a trace. 

The ice fairy sat down next to the hell fairy to speak with her. "Im sorry about what happened to your foot. If I had any healing ability's I could maybe fix it but we are stronger together. We will make it through as a team, I just don't want to lose you, and not find you again." While Dane was busy watching out for other primes they did smile for just a second at the brotherhood the two females held. Even if they were fairy's who had attacked two people without warning.

Cirno looked at Dane and sighed. "Uh mister I don't think we have said our names yet. Im Cirno, the fairy of ice and this is Clownpiece and you are?" Dane looked at her and the star-spangled fairy respectively making a note to remember such names for a later date. He nodded towards them before talking about his own name. "My name is Dane Regan, So uh where are you from Cirno and Clownpiece?"

Cirno tapped her chin before saying. "We lived in a land called Gensokyo, that is situated in Japan." She, Clownpiece, and Dane talked extensively after that before heading off to the next safehouse.

We went from E1 to A12

[Clownpiece]

“Looks like we’re getting close,” Dane’s voice called out from the top of the hill, echoing down to where the two fairies were still climbing. After getting worn out from carrying her friend, Cirno had set down the hell fairy, and was instead letting her use her as a crutch. Unfortunately, this meant that now they were moving a bit slower, but there wasn’t much they could do about it.

“About how far is it?” Clownpiece yelled back up, trying her best to keep their balance with every uphill step, lest they tumble back to the bottom. The hairs on her arm stood on end as the ice fairy’s chill slowly seeped through her. Once again, she found herself regretting not getting her winter dress. She swore, once they were out of this mess, win or lose, she was not gonna make that mistake a second time.

“Can’t be more than an hour at our current pace,” the swordsman dropped back into his normal talking tone as the pair finally crested the hill. “The hills might make it a bit longer though,” he added on after a moment. Far off in the distance was their destination. Safehouse A, nestled on top of a hill right in the middle of everything.

“Well, as long we keep an eye out, a bit longer is okay!” In spite of her throbbing foot, and slow, hobbling pace, Clownpiece remained optimistic.

“If it’s us, we’ll cut that time in half no matter how injured we are!” Cirno cheered, full of enthusiasm.

“Then we can rest, and eat, and nap...” The fiery fairy trailed off for a moment, imagining all the wonderful relaxation she could do there, where she didn’t have to worry about being ambushed. “Come on! Let’s hurry up! I wanna eat!” Dragging her friend along with her, she pushed forward, nearly losing her balance as the hill sloped down into dale.

“Careful there,” Dane cautioned, taking a step forward and steadying her with his good arm. “I know you’re excited, but we don’t need more injuries to deal with.”

“Right!” The two girls nodded earnestly, but limped on haphazardly nonetheless.

Moving with Dane and Cirno from A12 to A9

[Dane Regan]

I played about with my inventory somewhat as we walked. While I had started to act more vigilant as we approached the safe house - it was likely others would be near - I did manage to figure out the purpose of the plastic stick, however. It seemed to just be for holding the tablet at range, namely for the purpose of using the camera to take photos of yourself. Not that it would have been worthwhile to do now, considering I was invisible. Still, I figured it might be useful for the purpose of memories, although I usually didn't care about that.

In the open field and rolling hills, I couldn't see much of interest besides the safehouse. Anyone else would have to be positioned behind a hill, or be invisible as I was. Hopefully, once we got there, I'd be able to fashion a clean set of bandages and then maybe get some rest. And food. Food was good. Clownpiece seemed to share my sentiment about that, and I guessed Cirno probably did as well.

My stomach rumbled, but I was far enough ahead that the duo wouldn't have heard it. "There's only one more hill after this one, we're almost there now."

I got two cheers in response. They couldn't see it from their lower ground, but the safehouse sat firmly at the top of the next hill. After walking about in mountains for what I perceived as being a few hours ago but was apparently much longer than a day, it didn't seem that impressive. That said, with Clownpiece's foot, it would still take about fifteen minutes. I pondered this as I waiting for the fairies to catch up with me, wincing when I saw the crazier one almost lose her footing. "Hey, Clownpiece. Stay still for a second."

"W-what? Are there bad guys? We don't need to stay still, lemme beat them up." Cirno puffed up her chest, while still supporting her friend.

I laughed, ducking down and setting Clownpiece up onto my shoulders, holding her legs with my good arm. "We're almost there, but that doesn't mean we can't climb up that hill a little faster."

Clownpiece and Cirno giggled. From their perspectives, the former looked like she was floating and sitting on the air.

"Right then, let's go." I began my final march forward. Admittedly remaining invisible was pretty much worthless at this point, but I thought it was kinda funny so I decided not to end the spell just yet. It wasn't too tiring and we'd get time to rest soon anyway.

Team Dane (Dane + Clownpiece + Cirno) moved from A9 to Safehouse A.

Dane will end his stealth upon entering the safehouse.

[Odin]

Odin listened to Vic idolize the betrayer and fury grew within him. Not only had he died in the jaws of Loki’s progeny, Ragnorak would never have been successful without him. Listening to this little shit praising the honorless cur was too much.
 
The All-Father fell upon the helpless vampire with ferocity of a berserker. He rained blows down on the man with bare fists as blood, spit, and tears fell from his face. He was no longer in some swamp playing some game. He was in Asgard surrounded by his dying family. His victim was Loki, the son he never should have taken in from the cold.
 
Vic tried to shove the crazed god off him, but the spear both pinned him down and made his one arm useless. Using his one good hand to protect himself, he took a second to concentrate and summoned a flaming skull. It appeared at Vic’s side, and he sent it barreling into his attacker’s flank. The blow sent Odin sprawling. He landed with a splash in a puddle, but it did little to ease the burning flesh.
 
As Vic struggled to pull the spear out of his shoulder and get up, Enel flashed behind Odin. “Why won’t you die?” he screamed as he shot blast after blast of electricity into the dying man.
 
“He’s mine,” growled Vic, finally back on his feet. Enel’s eyes flashed dangerously as he turned them toward his ally. There was a trecherous amount of independence in the statement. “Master,” he finally added in lip service to their relationship.
 
“Well hurry the fuck up,” growled Enel as he flashed back to his position watching the fight.
 
Vic ignored “his god” and threw the spear back to his foe. Odin struggled up to his hands and knees and reached for his weapon. But just before he could grasp it, a chain wrapped around his wrist and pulled him up into the air. “You think I am going to let that shit slide?” growled Vic.
 
He was angry and the beast within him was calling for blood. He grabbed Odin roughly by the hair and bared his neck. Wicked canines extended to their feeding position, and he bit hard. Little blood was left to be taken, however, and Vic got nothing but the faintest taste. He yelled in frustration, which caused him to lose his concentration and drop Odin back to the swampy earth.
 
He landed on his spear and took it up on instinct. There was nothing keeping him alive now except incessant stubbornness. He stabbed out without bothering to get up, and his feeble attack barely left a flesh wound on the vampire’s thigh. He tried to strike again, but his foe simply danced away from the blade.
 
Vic pulled out his revolver and started reloading as Odin struggled to his feet. The vampire aimed slowly for his foe’s head and pulled back the hammer. Odin lurched forward, and his head bobbled along with his jerky gait. The first shot grazed his ear, and the second obliterated his limp jaw before barely missing his neck. The third never came because the blade of Gungnir cut across Vic’s forearm causing him to drop the weapon. The revolver landed with a heavy thud, leaving the vampire defenseless.