Dante's Abyss -- Spectator Thread

[Amber Veritz]

The feline took the drink in hand and chugged it fully to Ash's surprise. She didn't even seem to look affected by it, as if it was just soda or water to her. The drink made her skin tingle though, giving her goosebumps all the way up her arms. She looked at the glass she had drank from with some surprise then turned to Ash.

"Holy shit that was tasty." She then turned back to the bartender and yelled across a few other primes to get the seemingly annoyed Syntech employee's attention. "Ey! Barkeep! I need, like, ten more of these and keep them coming!" The faunus called out. The employee groaned in defeat and brought her four more cups of the beverage she had ordered before to at least hold her off long enough to tend to the others at the bar. Amber's new companion watched as the feline pounded the drinks away, chugging them back to back. She had to be feeling something after that, right?

"This drink is making me tingly now. I feel like my whole body is vibrating! It's awesome, I love it!" She exclaimed quickly, looking at Ash who was still trying to figure out exactly how this tiny woman-cat could handle drinking five of these and hardly be buzzed. "Next round please!"

[Desman Black]

The Abyss watcher hit sides of the corridor connecting the rooms multiple times as he made his way though it, it was clear he was staying it the area as he had already past the exit, but the truth was, not even Des knew where he was going, his thoughts were way to distrusting.

In no time at all the Robot slammed into one of the doors, it opening up to reveal a dojo. Desman decided to let his frustration that was building up onto one of the punching bags. Each hit got harder and harder until, *Smash* The buy flew off it's attachment to the ceiling into the back wall, Splitting it open.

[Guu]

Guu was frustated. She thought by simply coming here, she would solve her qualms with this place, but seeing that battlefield just dug herself deeper in that nasty pit of loathing.

She had seen enough

She reached into her mouth and pulled out her phone. She tapped the "Recall station" app which whirred into life, and then she swallowed the phone again.

The following ten minutes felt like a lifetime. As she sat there, waiting for the device to kick in, she took one last peek at Gildarts.

"Be safe, you idiot."

And she was gone.

[Ash]

Ash was a small girl. But Amber was smaller, which was a feat on her own. But now she was throwing back drinks that weren't mean to be consumed so quickly like that by little girls. At least, supposedly weren't. To be fair, the demoness could throw back just as many and not feel it. She has had years of building up tolerance though, between being a bad ass pirate and her other day job it was no wonder.

However, a mere couple drinks later she was talking about feeling tingling and warm, giggling like a child and drinking more. Ash felt maybe she should stop the girl before she died of alcohol abuse, but she didn't. For several reasons, but mostly because there seemed to be no real punishment for death. As it were, the girl beside her was probably a Prime, just like the blueish-purple demon. Even if she was just a helpless NPC program put there to liven up the bar - as unlikely as that was - there was no reason to stop her.

Whatever it was worth though, she didn't encourage it too much. Just ordered cocktails and other mixed drinks and offered to let her try them. Which usually ended up with the girl consuming the whole drink in as little gulps as possible, leaving extra liquids to run down her chin which she'd barbarically wipe off with her arm before ordering another.

To keep herself further entertained she'd check the many monitors around the place, like a common football game at a bar, the Date's Abyss contestants were posted all around the place. Of note at the moment, a lot of fights. A a clown and a human attempt to break an old man apart with fists and bowling pins - one of the last contestants of the Colosseum of all people, two-thirds of another set of previous death battle contestants fought some guy and a little elf girl. On one side of the map an old man threatened a guy that looked like he just came from Camelot like herself and some small blue girl, and the other had some blue alien thing fighting a giant squid for another famous item drop. Meanwhile the steamy couple apparently split up and while the dark haired girl went towards D-Zone, there was a Chippendale's meeting in the woods between two shirtless men. All three of them were attractive enough to hold her attention as she smiled.

Her comparison held some personal entertainment as well.

She sipped through a straw, mostly for effect, and watched the island fights for a moment. She wondered if her partner in crime would show up, or he was still too busy doing his half of the work. He looked like the workaholic type. "So are you here to cheer anyone on?" She asked her new friend who was quickly becoming just another drunk at a bar. "Or are you the type of girl who likes to watch your enemies suffer?" Striking up a conversation if she was willing.

[Oleander]

A brooding young man sat alone in the bar. He had come in late in the competition, and it seemed that for the most part he appeared to linger round the bar, staring into one of the many screens. In fact, he seemed to domineer it to watch the progress of just one of the thirty competitors. A glass of whiskey in hand, he stares at the screen, watching a laughing swordsman mutilate himself against immense odds. It was sickening, and if he dared admit it, a bit frightening. This devil of a man had no fear of death. He was a Prime, after all, he would come back. He would just return, again and again... Nothing would stop him. Deon's lip curled as malice for the ronin bubbled like a foul brew.

The Secondary slips his free hand into his pocket to retrieve a half crumpled pack of cigarettes. On the way back, his hand brushed the six-shooter's leather holster, if only to remind himself that it was still there. "Sick fucking bastard," the man muttered before jamming a cancer stick betwixt his lips and lighting up. The match he used was flicked at the TV, snuffing out in mid air so that it left just the slightest black smudge on the screen.

Deon had not witnessed the first fight the swordsman had taken part in, but he did watch as Takezo mutilated Jak rather well, before Deadpool cut him up. That was mildly amusing, but not as much as this current fight. Deon actually cracked a smile when Gamzee nut-shotted the swordsman. He deserved it. That and more, he firmly believed. Perhaps it would come to him, but Deon hoped it would be he who taught this monster the meaning of suffering. Ban and Leo deserved vengeance, and it would be much sweeter coming from him than the king of faygo and a berzerker. Though he was thoroughly enjoying the show. He imagined Leo would have too. The thought brought the scowl back to his features.

[Jak Mar]

Daxter noticed a crash and breaking glass as it interrupted his screen watching time.

“Desman?”

Well there was nothing interesting going on in Jak’s corner so far, so the ottsel hopped off the couch and looked at the mess on the floor of booze and saw Desman rounding a corner.

He followed behind him.

Desman had literally blown a punching bag off.

“Holy SHIT, Desman. What’s eatin’ you?!”

The ottsel crossed his arms and stared.

[Desman Black]

Desman looked at the furry orange creature from earlier, who he naturally assumed to be daxter with the way he was cheering for Jak earlier. The shock had gotten the anger out of his system at least.

The robot slid down the back of the wall, eventually getting to a depressed state down the bottom. "y-you wouldn't understand..."

"You're upset about Dark Jak, aren't you."

'Dark Jak, is that the creature's name?'

"I seen a lot of him too..."

"Then I guess, maybe, you will understand." Desman begun, he was obviously thinking about what to say. "You know how I told you me and Jak saved the omniverse, well the truth is, I don't remember it happening." A certain tone seemed to move though the air every time he paused. "When I first woke up at that fountain again, all I could remember were the group's names. The only reason why I knew Jak's name was because he Email'd it to me with the other's, same with the saving the Omniverse part. Fast-forward to me seeing Jak in that state on TV, and some of my memories from the event returned, just not so good ones. I remembered that beast ripping people to threads, and..." The robot seemed to pause for a longer time then usual, like he didn't want to talk about the next bit, ut he pushed on anyway. "I couldn't live with myself knowing that I let him do that, and without even trying to stop him..."

[Jak Mar]

Daxter had a lump in his throat as he placed a hand on Desman’s shoulder, now debating his own problems.

What should he do? Should he betray his best friend’s story to Desman only to have him believe there was a reason why he should kill him in cold blood?

Daxter slumped over, his ears flopping over looking depressed himself

“Why? So you can kill Jak for killing innocents? You hardly know his full story like I do.”

Daxter gritted his teeth, rather sighing, knowing very well desman can hurt him for trying to defend his friend.

“Jak is very complicated. Did you know he never wanted to have that form?” “You want to know why he has it?”

Daxter’s face was contorted in a frown.

“He was tortured in prison for 2 years.”

“There.”

[Desman Black]

"What! No!" Des strung up as he said this, obviously shocked by Daxter's accusation. "He still my friend, and I believe , no, know in my heart that there is good in him, It's just that..."

Des was interrupted as Daxter decided to let Des know about Jak's past, and you could see the colour drain on both of their faces, the word's seeking deeper into each of them the more Daxter spoke.

Both were completely lying on the floor were looking sorry for themselves at this point. "You know, I heard there's a garden somewhere around here, do you want to go that way we can at least feel sorry for ourselves in a place that's not so dull?'

[Oleander]

The world was at peace, if only for a little while. That bastard did not even come close to winning. Pathetic... He must have surprised Ban, Leo and Joric to cut two of the three down. Surprise, nothing more. He would come back, that was the downside. Primes always came back... except when they didn't... but that was expensive work. Worth every bleeding OM, if anyone asked Deon.

He swished the dark brown alcohol in his glass, watching the single ice cube melt away. A smirk split his lips. After a quick sip he tapped his tablet to life to watch the grizzly scene of the swordsman's death. The raging Strazio so brutally rips from his chest a beating heart and shows it to him. Something about that was so satisfying. Deon only wished it had been his own hand to reach inside the Prime's chest. It was almost enough for Deon to be at peace, but though the world was in order for just a moment... Deon knew in just a few days... that murderer will reappear at the fountain. There was much work to do till then.

With the task at hand completed, he downed the last of his drink and stood. The gangster from the dunes left the bar scene behind with murder in his eyes. Surely this Takezo could not take on the entire Boar-Pit in it's full glory. Vengeance was coming. Takezo would have hell to pay...

[Amber Veritz]

As tingly as the faunus felt, her cognitive skills continued to function normally. There was still a swagger in her movement, showing the alcohol was affecting her body, but she still held on to some mentally stable thought pattern. The cat burped loud enough for everyone in the bar area to hear her, not that they couldn't already.

Her attention turned to the monitors. One in particular had caught her eye. The girl with a lot of guns and black hair. She recognized her somewhere, but she couldn't place her finger on it. It took several more drinks before her brain received the stuck-vending-machine treatment.

"Holy shit! I remember her! She's part of the group that hunts down bounties!" She yelled out, completely ignoring Ash's question. She was too childish to indulge in gentlemanly conversation in a bar. Not to mention she was getting fucking hammered. "She's pretty cool. Look at all those fucking weapons on her body, and I thought it was tough to carry Razorback. My aura is strong, but jeeze would it be tough to maneuver like that. I'm sure my leg muscles would tear, even if my aura was helping."

The kitty had finally lowered her voice to a reasonable level, as reasonable as one could expect from a hyperactive, super strong, drunken teenager. Why was hardly reasonable at all in the public view, but hell, she didn't care. She turned to the purple person next to her and spoke up again.

"Just here for the fun." She lied. That was the alcohol talking. "Love weapons and fighting, but wouldn't want to participate again. Fucking zombies" She whispered that last part to herself as chills ran down her spine. Carmelita and Arturia; lo how they must think her a monster after turning into that thing. She was scarred for eternity; that's a long time considering she's fucking immortal too.

[Gildarts]

“When you stop like that… Does it impact the reading?” Jared said awkwardly, hoping not to intrude on the all powerful Cana’s fortune telling but also hoping she would continue and come back to the moment.

“Shhhhh! That’s Gildarts up there on the screen! That’s my-” Cana cut herself off, “I’ve been in his guild my entire life.”

“Gildarts?” Jared looked up at the screen, his black orc eyes sparking with vague recognition.

“Yeah, I’ve looked up to him for so long,” Cana said as a smile formed, the cards had been laid out on the table in the classic stretch, turned upside down, waiting for his fate to be revealed. Jared was under constant agony, tortured by the unknown. Cana too, in a similar sense. “Whoa, his opponent looks really intense!”

Jared looked from the screen, to Cana, to the cards between them. His eye twitched. He had asked for this, but his patience was wearing for the girl preoccupied by one of the no-name contestants in the Colosseum. Jared could have given a shit, hell, this was his not-so-thrilling job. Being a Syntech bartender -a job that was far from illustrious- had limited rewards other than money. Don’t get Jared wrong, he liked working for a famous company during a famous event, tips were great for this sort of thing, but his life felt somehow… Unfulfilled. He wanted love. He wanted the fortune teller to tell him how to find it, how to be happy, how to succeed beyond the limits of the half-orc hand he had been dealt.

“OHHHHH!!!!!” Cana shouted like a man watching an interception during the superbowl, “That’s gonna hurt in the morning,” she said, her words didn’t slur, but her cheeks had flushed with a cheerful red.

“Uh, miss…” Jared continued, but Cana’s eyes had fixed on the screen, gazing at the red haired wizard as though a child would look up in admiration to a superhero.

“Fuck, Gildarts don’t take that from him! You’re not just an old man, you’re THE old man!” Cana said as her fist thrust forward, nearly hitting Jared as she pretended she was in the fight.

Jared remained in his seat, the fortune teller sure was spirited… Cassandra smirked and came over, “She’s like this sometimes, just let her be. There’s a magic about that mage you’d never be able to see with your eyes.”

“WHOA, Gildarts when did you learn THAT move? It’s Fairy Tail Law! My guild’s LEGENDARY spell!” Cana told Cassandra and Jared over her shoulder but her eyes never left the screen, “When did he learn how to do that?”

[Desman Black]

If Des was being honest with himself, it was quite relaxing just laying here on the floor, well most of him was relaxed, a part of him was writing angry messages in the Dataverse, but, you know, that's what happens when the commutations device is connected to you.

Daxter hadn't seemed to move or say anything, maybe he didn't know how to respond, maybe he was sleeping. 'Sleeping seems like a good Idea.' Desman thought to himself. 'Let's *yawn* do that.' And with that, the robot was out cold.

[Gildarts]

Jared groaned at the girl’s excitement, there were lives at stake here! Mainly his own, another one of the spectators held up their drink and gestured for a refill, the half-orc sighed as he got up to top them off, and take a few more orders while Cana was rooting on her dad.

“Take that!” Cana said excitedly, “Whoa, who’s voice is that?”

“Hm? Who do you mean, Cana?” Cassandra replied back, curiously.

“Who is this… Karl person?” Cana explained further.

“His employer, and host of the games,” Cassandra pointed to Jared who was shaking up a silver cylinder.

“Does… Gildarts know him personally?” Cana asked.

The vampire shrugged her shoulders, “How should I know? Gildarts may have done this event before though.”

“Why would he join something so brutal and bloody?” Cana was confused, desperate for a reason while she took another indulgent swig off of her keg full of ale.

“You tell me, you know him better,” Cassandra spoke.

“Hm.. It must have been a mistake, or he wants to put an end to the event, or maybe… He just wants to fight some people who are his level and not have to worry. You said primes don’t die, right?” Cana questioned.

Cassandra nodded and her huge hat came down on Cana’s heated cheeks like a fan, Jared came back interrupting the two girls with information, “So this year, miss Cana,” he announced much more fluently, much more on track with her own thoughts, “Karl pitched a more friendly game, the fights and such, you know, open to only Primes. Last year… That wasn’t the case and some people died. No one who couldn’t be re-summoned though, y’know?”

“Okay…” Cana agreed, half-following where the bartender extraordinaire was going with this.

“So Primes come back after dying, to our knowledge, and well, most of them,” Jared informed her, “So no one is actually at risk in this setting of Dante’s Abyss. So you’re a newer secondary then?”

“Yes, I guess,” Cana agreed, “Hey, why is Dante’s Abyss called that if the host’s name is Karl?”

Cassandra and Jared shrugged simultaneously and the half-orc looked at the screen, “So like, if Gildarts won, does that mean you still want to read my fortune?”

Cana nodded, “Of course, I’m glad to see you were rooting for him too.”

That truly wasn’t the entire case, but as long as his fortune teller was happy and his reading was accurate, Omni could’ve come down from above and smited half of the secondary population.

“Let’s get started, shall we? Are you ready for me to turn over your cards and for me to interpret the future?” Cana said with a winking smile.

[Gildarts]

“Alright, do you know how tarot cards work? And how their order works?” Cana asked and Jared continued to look at her blankly. “Right, well before I explain is there anything I should be looking for? An intention such as love, or are you cursed and looking for a cure, or maybe close to death?”

Jared blinked, “Love and ambition, I want to know where I’ll go in the future and who I’ll be. What job I’ll have… There’s so much untol-”

“Eh-hem, I’ll stop you right there, not knowing some of that stuff, how you ascend to your greatness is one of life’s greatest mysteries, and in the same vein, victories. Also, about love, sometimes you don’t choose who you fall in love with, it just happens. It is fun not knowing, obviously, that’s not why you employed me though,” she paused.

“Wait, I’m not paying yo-” Jared surmised but was too slow.

“But, well, it is my job as someone who is called upon by the divine and magic mixed together.” She cleared her throat, “The one on this side here is the one that symbolizes your past, what lay behind you, what you have faced… This one here, above the center card is like, the possibilities, what could happen, the opportunities. The one far below the center two is about what challenges you will have to face when you get there.. The center two cards are the issue at hand and what you’re currently facing. The final one to the right here is the outcome. Remember not everything is set in stone, but it is hard to change the future.”

“Let’s find out what you’ve got, shall we?” Cana said, her fingertips inches from the reveal. Suspense building.

The first card was a monster, “Interpret that how you may,” Cana spoke hoping he wouldn’t think she was a racist, “The card above is the possibilities,” which she flipped to reveal a bird, “Oh, that’s very good. You have a lot of potential. The bird flies higher than anything else.”

Jared’s eyes were fixed on the fortune teller, ambition mixing with hungry greed.

Below, “Looks like this one is an anchor. Bit metaphorical, basically the opposite of the dove, your opportunities are equally weighed down by your adversities,” Cana informed him. “Now onto the first center card, the bottom one means the issue, sometimes it’s a card that symbolizes a job, or in your other request, love.”

Jared was sitting on the edge of his seat, couldn’t will himself to even breathe. Cana flipped the card. “The fate card,” she informed him, “Meaning your highest future.” On the card’s picture was a book with holy light shooting out of it.

“Hmm, next, your primary reason for defeat,” she flipped the blue card and it was the card of self. A person with a mirror for a face. “The card of self. You’re your own worst nightmare, I guess,” she said with a shrug.

“Finally, the outcome,” Cana said as she placed two fingers on the final card along the timeline-appearing placed set up, “A heart.”

Jared gasped, “Does that mean I’ll find love?!”

“Uh, I mean you’re paying me to be honest with you, right?” Cana hesitated.

At this point, Jared nodded his head, she could have all the free booze in the world. Cana smiled and offered a nod, “It means you will indeed, find love.”

“YAHOOOOOOOO!” Jared skyrocketed out of the room leaving Cana his entire bar cart. She didn’t have to tell his fortune to know that he’d likely never be back.

Cassandra and Cana shared a smile, “Do all those phony card tricks really work?”

“Well it isn’t phony, it’s magic.” Cana said with a diviner’s smile, “But I always let my clients decide the truth of their future for themselves.” The brunette leaned in, “He’ll meet her running in a hallway, not unlike the way he is right now.”

“No shit, I gotta see this for myself!” Cassandra stood up and ran out of the room, hoping to get a gander at the real action.

[Ash]

The woman in black did look impressively armed. She also kept changing appearance from dark and moody to blonde and ... well, moody. The girl apparently had a falling out with the blue alien thing and was stalking the island like a woman on a mission. She noted, in particular, the 'troll'. His lanky body and odd colored skin resonated with her a bit, they shared the whole horn thing as well but that wasn't a deal breaker. Her eyes turned to the drinking kitty for a moment while she spewed out some fan-girl level garbage. Talking about how she wouldn't be able to carry an arsenal like that around even if she tried. Ash found this hard to believe, seeing the weapon on her back but said nothing.

Her eyes turn back to the many screens for view pleasure. Despite her half-hearted interest on the outside, she was trying to keep tabs on several people. She was recording it all and would be watching the videos carefully later - even taking notes - but for now, she had a simple list.

The large man with the red hair and the strips of cloth for a shirt across his bare chest was obviously someone to keep your eye on. Gildarts, Gildarts Clive. She was already mentally writing the name down for closer inspection later. The crowd around her was muttering his name and betting 'money' on his win. She could even hear distant shouting from the two she saw while lounging on the couch, Daxter not very far behind them as Jak continued to make progress.

Jak was also on her list for sure, but for reasons other than his impressive profile.

The girl with the guns, apparently a bounty hunter, would be one to watch out for. The Storm Demon would be sure to research what she could about her, her work, her faction, and her abilites. So later in life she didn't have any nasty surprises. Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer; as she read in a book somewhere.

In reality, almost everyone on the power ranking list had a good reason for her to look them up later. But the best part about this public showing was she could openly observe them all.

She turned back to the loud mouth teen who could only barely hold her liquor. It occured to her that she didn't even know what alcohol was. She could get the girl drunk and also push for information, except she was sure this was a dry well of that. Except she said something that caught her ears. "Zombie?" She repeated. But in no way did she actually sound surprised. Then again, you don't fight a pack of zombie rats and live to be surprised to hear that that's an actual thing. She thought back onto that fight in that moment, remembering one rat in particular.

The water had turned its grey fur to slime, where it still had fur. It's skull had been partially eroded, like the one beside it had been chewing through it for food where they had none. She bet the thing didn't even stop it. The skinless parts were severly water logged, the teeth had been orange and broken. Eyes, dead. She could still feel her fingers in its slimy brains while it twitched and spasmed helplessly. She wiped her dry hand on her stocking out of reaction, but has long since washed the grime off by now. "Were you cured?" She asked, curiously. It was that, or she was ended and respawned without any problems.

[Amber Veritz]

Although the cat had already packed away many drinks, she still seemed to comprehend things around her normally. Her body was starting to be affected by the alcohol, but her mind seemed to be in the right place still. She wasn't slurring total nonsense and could hold her conversation rather well compared to anyone else that might think they could drink as much as her.

The faunus shivered when the demon next to her began to question her about her time on Dante's Abyss. She still remembered the cold dead feeling. A walking corpse, peeling away at her own flesh as she slowly became the enemy she had fought to protect her friends. Carmel and Arty. They didn't give up on her, even after she almost killed herself believing she had murdered Jess. She chewed her maw on air, remembering the dismembered cartilage from that night. She would be scarred for the rest of her eternity.

"Y-Yeah. No more than an hour after the plane crashed on the island, a zombie bit my arm and transferred the virus to me." She explained taking a more tame sip of her drink as she tried to pull back the terrible memories. "After that my skin began to peel off, my entire body was as cold as a corpse and I could barely walk without someone's help."

She took another sip of the drink in front of her and looked up the screens again.

"I thought by coming here, maybe I could put those memories in the past but it seems to have only made it worse." She said. "We thought we had found a cure and a vaccine in an abandoned hospital, which we did, but we found something else. Fleshy."

Her body visibly shook at just the thought of the abomination. Sure she had pounded the walking corpse tank's stupid face in, but it was still terrifying to know something like that ever existed.

"After we killed that thing, we found these injections. Three of them. Two of them were vaccines that would stop my transformation into the undead...the other was the exact opposite. There was no indication as to which would cure me, so we had to guess. Simply put, we guessed wrong. I turned into one of the Fleshy monsters and tried to kill a man and a little girl. Luckily, they finished me off." Amber took the last drink of her alcohol and decided that drink would be her last. "When I respawned, I was back to normal, thankfully."

The faunus slid the empty glasses toward the barkeep and continued to watch the screens with much less enthusiasm than she previously brought. Ash could tell that story had dampened her mood.

[Gildarts]

Cassandra pleaded, “Come on, it’s over! We can go now!”

The vampire was excited about something and when she had returned from the hallway, as though she’d seen a genie grant someone a wish. The smile hadn’t been torn off her face for anything, not what was happening on the screens that told of the island, and not when the ending to the games had been decided. In fact, that seemed to perpetuate her grin. She was happy they were over. Probably, so the vampire could continue on her quest to find her missing sister.

“Go?” Cana complained, her cheeks were red but she was losing her buzz, “Listen, I’m not going until I don’t see Gildarts on the screen anymore. He’s still fighting that guy in a suit, see?”

The pale creature rolled her eyes, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Cana shook her head, with the brunette locks rolling around her shoulders, “I want to be there for him.”

“But if we go now, we can meet him where the survivors come out…” Cassandra said.

“I have to know that he will survive,” Cana said sternly, unwavering resolve burned in the passionate amber eyes. The same shade as her father’s.

Cassandra sighed, “Ugh, fine, but like, if we are the last ones in this room, I’ll kill ya.”

Dax was still there, eyes glued to the screen of Jak, who the shortie was rooting for. The odds were in the Dynamite’s favor, as it was a three on one. Across the way, other people still seemed to be enjoying themselves too. It was… Kind of like a picnic, a very homey setting where people united to be there for their companions. Cassandra felt more lonely than ever, she couldn’t even genuinely root for Gildarts, but she was at least there to support Cana.

“Fine. As soon as Gildarts pops out though, we’re heading too. Any guess to where he’ll go to?” Cassandra said.

Cana thought about it, “If I were him, I’d go back to Ambrosia, but that’s assuming he’s.. Coherent enough.”

“What do you mean by that?” Cassandra asked.

“Well, before he got into a fight with that guy I noticed up until now he’s had like… A glossy look in his eyes and sweat on his forehead. He might be sick… Or if you noticed that one time he was talking to himself and it was like he heard a voice talking back at him. The audience probably assumed he was talking to the cameras or something, but I know better. Gildarts just isn’t like that.” Cana spoke. “Something is wrong.”

“Wrong?” Cassandra sighed, “Listen if something was wrong, I’m sure he’d go and get it removed, or get treated by a doctor-”

“No. This is worse, and… Gildarts doesn’t really need a doctor for much, magic usually heals him, maybe not here in this world though. Hm, I just wish…” Cana trailed off.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” Cassandra comforted. It was almost over soon.

Their eyes fell back to the screen with the ginger mage commanding the fight against the quippy weird secret agent man, who had a censor block around his crotch. Gildarts had exploded cars, pulled out an army of swords from thin air, in this fight, and continued to pummel his opponent. Not to mention his last fight in the arena, he’d broken the bleachers and stone supports into little cubes like they were nothing but a fly in his way.

Cassandra’s vampiric eyes fell down to the Fairy Tail wizard beside her, if this was her father, what type of power did Cana hold within?

[Desman Black]

"Jak!" Desman shot up, his heart beating and screaming at the top of his lungs. Everyone turned their heads towards the now shaking robot, that was, before the ottsel spoke up.

"Alright, Alright, nothing to see here, go back to doing what you were doing." The orange striped being upped back of the top of the chair right next to Desman. "You okay?" he wispered.

"Yeah, just... nightmares..." Desman's voice seemed to sink as he went though the sentence.

"About Dark jak?" Daxter voice had seemed to have sunk as much as the robot's.

"Yeah."Was the response that came back. Before Dax could even think of lecturing Desman, the robot was already reassuring him. "But don't worry, most of my dreams have been nightmares ever since..." A pause came over the duo as Des had second thoughts on telling him. "It doesn't matter. But how'd I get back into the lounge area?"

"I dragged you here, I had to lift you up anyway because you fell asleep on me, though you are lighter then I thought."

"Sorry, and thanks, I think. Do you know how Jak is doing?"

[Gildarts]

Within the tombs of his shattering mind, Gildarts could still feel the immense THUD! of his skull against the concrete curb. Something had sprung up from his flank and… Tackled him like a pro.

Gildarts was on the ground in seconds even before the brawny man had appeared due to all the magic he had used up and all the blood that poured out from every single slice in his skin. The S-class was completely empty, wiped clean. His appendages were limp, he couldn’t feel his tongue, and his eyelids were fluttering faster than a strobe lamp. Dashes of color and shape blurred around the corners of Gildarts’ eyes before the acrid air changed from smoldering gasoline and tar tainted with the faint spray of blood and crimson fog to a pristine almost medical sterile room.

He’d been teleported in an upright position, which just made the crash mage collapse again into the ground of the center of the room. Blood oozed from his wounds, a small mountain of dirt and rubble rolled off of his shoulders, and his peachy stubble was pressed up against the floor as though his cheek were pressed against the much needed side of a fluffy pillow.

Atop his dirt-stained ginger head, the glittering hairpiece was gone, and the vial he had smashed directly before his attack left no trace of its intense magical properties. Gildarts was left without even the silver bracelet, making the parolee a free man once more.

But alas, he could do nothing with his freedom.

The crash mage started snoring, right there in the middle of the room. Laying on the ground like a dense pile of bricks. No idea where he was, or without the sense that this gave his enemies a free shot to kick him in the ribs. Fairy Tail’s Ace just continued to sleep, dreaming of a land that wasn’t murder island.

TLDR; Gil is asleep on the floor of the Teleporter Room.

I’m waiting to tie up some loose ends with characters before they return to their home bases.

Gil will NOT wake up when you prod him unless I write it as such in my next post. Unless you’re telepathic like Tearen.

My next teleport will go to the Nexus w/ Dust