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Nico Cinder

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"I'll never sleep again! I'll never sleep again!"
"I'll forget your name in the noise,
until we meet again in the wind."


Head fuzzy, breath sputzy.

"What does the word," I begin with a slur, "sputzy mean?"

I can only assume I was asking myself. The singing and ringing in my ears didn't help matters.

"Dead men tell tall tales,
Carve their names in the bones of the whales
Today I saw the whole of hell,
Today I saw-"


The only good thing that has come out of this so far is my inevitable overdose. A fruit snack a day keeps the doctor away, that's what I always say. My battered arms hang loosely at my sides, and rain peppers my face. God was pissing on me, likely. As he should. The drug was already taking control of my senses, or what little was left of them, at least. Even so, something compelled me to take just one more bite. If I'm being perfectly honest, I can't exactly explain the taste of the fruit, or maybe I just couldn't taste it to begin with. Much of my face held a buzzing numbness of which I am well-acquainted with. I could feel the uncontrollable jolts of "vroom" traveling all the way back into the muscles between my shoulder blades and collar bones.

My fingertips slowly regained feeling, first of any of my feely parts. Next were my ears; and boy could I hear clearly. Every sound was very sharp, very pungent. By the time I could really feel the fibers of the fruit in between my teeth, I still couldn't taste the damn thing. I couldn't see either, but I've always just kinda wandered around blind prior to that development anyways. If anything, I could see better now than I could before. I giggle to myself and swing my head wildly in several directions until I find where the air was coldest.

"Kopaka?" I ask. Something was dripping down the side of my jaw, from my lips. I couldn't tell if it was blood or juice, and I had no intention of wasting the energy required to wipe it clean. The fro-yobot, judging by the rapid decrease in temperature, approaches me.

"Can you fight?" he begins. "Because you do not have a choice in the matter."

I nod with a vigor that might have slung some blood around the way an animal shakes water off of its fur. My eyesight wasn't pitch black; shapes come in and out of the light occasionally. The sight was best described as murky, with many colors missing. The grin on my face must've been unsettling, because he made a rather odd noise that I couldn't quite discern. His vocals sounded much more textured, for some reason, the depth of his sound making itself known to me in a way that I will likely never fully understand. We walk for some, uncountable amount of time. I don't know where I'm going.

"For what it's worth, ice-bucket, it has been a pleasure. Worth every second," I say. My voice does not sound like my own as it reaches my ears, but if Kopaka heard a difference, he said nothing about it. A rasp rides the coattails of my every breath, and I focus in on the robot's whirlpool features, doing my best picking my next words carefully.

"I'm gonna be checking out soon," I begin, unaware of if his kind has any concept of how hallucinogenics work. "Figuratively and literally. My body is giving out on me, as they do. I'm gonna keep blowing shit up, but I apologize if I appear a bit more unhinged than your average door."

If Jack Frost answered me, I didn't hear it.

"You didn't hear it because you're talking to a rock," a voice calls out to me.

It was the guy with the shiny hair and shiny arms. I could, for some reason, actually see him quite clearly. He looked very dapper in his wedding gown, and I was very excited for his big day. He had wildflowers woven in and out of various parts of his outfit, and a few in his hair. Simply stunning, he was.

"Yo, congratulations dude. Who's the lucky mate?"

Gildarts Clive gives me a funny look. And by funny look, I mean his right eye drifted up, up, up, until it and his whole ass eyebrow floated off of his face. Did this guy tell me his name? What's in a name? What is a wordage? I whip my head around and see the robot, ever on his march into nowhere. I suppose it's best to follow. More things need to blow up. More things need to blow up. More things need to blow up. The pain had subsided by now, everything. I go in and out of consciousness, or vision, or whatever you call this. My thumbs wipe at the grime from my eyes, freshly washed in the pool of water that I didn't know was by my feet.

"That's not water, that's a blackberry bush," the blackberry mage says.

"What the fuck are you, the Old Spice Guy?" I say with a cackle. My eyes are open, and I can most definitely see, brother. Gildarts gives me a worried look, a tinge of pity and disappointment in his eyes.

"Yer gonna be okay, kid," says what is probably Gildarts, but maybe Kopaka, but also maybe a figment of my imagination. Drugs. He says some other things that are probably kinda important, but I can barely hear him. It's not my fault, it's not his fault, its just the way things ended up. We both come to accept this.

All I can do is sigh in response. I kinda believe him. I've always wanted to believe it when people told me these things. I was walking at some point, but now I'm sitting. I don't feel like moving. Why would I ever? Moments later, it feel's like someone slid a solo cup full of ice cubes down the back of my shirt, and suddenly y'know, I feel like moving. Before I hit that old snowy trail though, I go over to the nearest tree and carve some shit in it with the jagged, broken edge of the guitar neck for funsies.

I WROTE THIS SHIT HERE FUCKED UP
-J


Huh,
I think to myself after finishing my masterpiece. Do I know any jays?

With blank thoughts, I bury the guitar piece as well as I can beneath the shade of the tree and follow the robot.
 

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#11 Sigmund Vrell & #15 Cho vs #13 Yuuka & #20 Doomguy

The High Priest had managed to temporarily drone out the noises and voices that creeped throughout his twisted psyche. Through some vile miracle, he had managed to convince Cho that he hadn’t completely lost his mind with how frequently the psion would pause to cast glimpses at their surroundings. After a few hours, Cho just assumed that his partner had become paranoid and chalked that development up to the nature of this ‘contest’. Even at his most manic-eyed, Sigmund was still better company than this Emperor.

After completing a brief jaunt into the outskirts of File City, the twosome was on their way to Infinity Lake when they were ambushed.

The charged burst from the Proto Buster virtually erupted from the trees ahead of them. Cho, who saw the momentary hesitation in Sigmund, wasted no time in stepping in front of the other man and hoisting up the vibranium shield. The concentrated energy projectile crashed into the bulwark, and while the Babylonians were spared the direct impact, the concussive force sent both of them bowling head-over-heels back toward the outer city limits.

Cho scrambled to his feet the moment everything stopped spinning, and while he felt fresh cuts across his body, he wasted little time in hoisting the nailgun and spraying the shadowy approaches that lay ahead of them. When no people or energy attacks can sallying forth to assault his position, the earth bender lowered the weapon and shot a fleeting glance at a dazed Sigmund.

“Are you okay? Something tells me that wasn’t a one-time boobytrap…”

“Yes… I’m fine,” Sigmund mumbled as he made it up to his feet and brushed himself off.

From behind the twosome, a guttural voice made their stomachs tighten. “You sure about that?”

Turning sharply, Sigmund reacted with enough haste to avoid the oncoming sword thrust. When the stabbing motion failed, Doomguy merely scowled as he swiped the large blade to the left and slammed the flat of the weapon into the smaller man’s side. His bloodstream humming with the lovely tingle of bourbon, the marine stepped up, inverted the blade, and then took a chunk of wet dirt straight in the face. He teetered as Sigmund lurched off the ground and swung his own set of sharp implements.

One of the glove’s bladed fingers hooked Doomguy’s early wound and managed to extend it nearly another six inches.

Not one to be outdone, the marine managed to wipe away enough of the mud with one of his big hands before jamming his blade down into Sigmund’s right foot. The High Priest howled briefly before a charging Cho crashed shield-first into Doomguy’s chest. With the shield still smoldering from blocking a few more attacks from their concealed foe, the earth bender motioned toward those same trees.

“Hurry!” Cho rasped as he turned the earth to wet mud around the marine, who started to thrash and growl. “We’ll lose them in the trees.”

“Take the sword!” Sigmund spoke through clenched teeth, but before Cho could make a move for the Masamune, the ground was exploding around them.

Their second adversary emerged from her cover and continued to lay down charged bursts. With the smile of a half-drunk women half her age, Yuuka pressed the attack. The pair were coming straight at her, but one of them was limping and the other seemed in over his head. He crouched behind the shield, yet he still managed to readjust when she went high or low with her shots.

“Adjust for this,” she whispered as she stopped and started to build a blast. They were closing in.

Something brushed into the woman’s legs. She winced at the little pinpricks, but she didn’t peel her eyes away until she had sufficient charge.

When the burst erupted from the barrel of the weapon, Cho let the nailgun fall back to his side as he pulled the shield up once more. Understanding that losing his ground would cause them both to die, he planted his feet and tightened every muscle in his body as the blast struck the shield.

While he succeeded in that regard, the arm he had looped through the shield’s grips shattered beneath the force of the attack.

Cho screamed as the arm fell nearly dead at his side. He tried to lift the nailgun and failed.

“I got you,” Sigmund replied as the High Priest’s helped lift the gun and find the trigger.

Yuuka was almost drunk enough to continue tailing the twosome as they melted into the darkness of the forest.

Almost.

23 Contestants Remain

Cho has a broken arm (Major Injury)
Doomguy’s machete wound has been reopened/aggravated into a much deeper laceration (Minor into a Major Injury)
Yuuka’s earlier Minor Injury has been upgraded into a Major Injury, thanks to some nails (just a catch all for wear and tear, bruising, etc – that stuff gets harder with age, y’know)
Sigmund’s right foot has a stab wound through it, which will cause an extreme amount of discomfort until he can figure out something to do with it (Minor Injury)

Doomguy was pressured into using one application of Focus
Sigmund was pressured into using one application of Focus

Cho, Sigmund, Doomguy, and Yuuka are all on cooldown for 8 hours or until they leave their current square. They may waive this F2F protection via PMs.
 

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Once more Kayleigh was left alone in an abrupt manner. The intoxicated man dashed away as quick as he awakened. Not even a word of thanks for ensuring his health and safety. Like a deadbeat dad, he went out and it did not appear he was coming back. Eudora wasn't sentimental or angry, she barely knew the man. If he wanted to go out there and get himself killed, it was his own choice to make.

With the rain finally settling down it was time to move on. She kept a bottle of water out for the journey, it was time to cover ground and find a safe place to lay low. Before Kayleigh set purpose to path, she heard melodies of conflict in the distance. It was the same direction as where mister sanity himself rushed towards but moments earlier.

Curiosity got the better of her. Twigs snapped as she climbed a nearby, sturdy tree, obtaining a higher vantage point. From her new position she managed to catch glimpses of a battle unfolding not too far. Blood was shed upon the sacred ground of the arena that was this island. The mind torn man she took care of earlier held his own amongst people she never seen before. One, however, seemed vaguely familiar. The maiden could not shake the feeling she had seen this individual before.

Eventually blood was spilled, wounds were inflicted and parties retreated. Kayleigh had seen enough and started her climb down from her eagles' nest. Some still wet moss underneath her foot made for a quick descent. A jolt of adrenaline shot through her body as she felt the slip underneath her foot. Desperate yet unsuccessful grasping for any branches or vines nearby the spy found herself on her ass once again. "AOWWWWwww, by the fucking gods!" She shouted in agony and frustration. Acting on childish emotion instead of intelligence she removed the glove from her hand and pressed it against her wooden assailant. What started as smolder quickly evolved into an all-cleansing fire. "Burn you piece of shit!" There was no logical reason, no predetermined action, just mindless teenage-like anger coming forth from her own carelessness. leaving her victim in flames. She hastened her pace away from this all, someone will take notice of this forest fire.

Kayleigh's path was guided by her instinct and the information gathered. She had been lucky to have only encountered idiots and harmless men. Avoiding hostile contact was her main goal, luckily Karl and the gods had assisted her with this. A pity she had to face those on the mountain, which left her with this lingering headache, but nothing she couldn't handle.

Nearing the edge of the forest Eudora confirmed what she was suspecting for at least an hour now. She was being followed... Why this hunter did not strike remained a mistery to her. There had been plenty oppertunity to do so, because she allowed it. Senses sharpened, Kayleigh continued towards the open field which was just ahead.

SNAP a branch betrayed her stalker.

Here it comes! Feet burst into flames and the inferno warrior dashes towards the field. Once free from the camouflage of fauna Kayleigh turned around, preparing for an imminent assault. A show of force was what she was going with, they had no idea who they were fucking with.

"Cease games and show yourself...or remain in forest like frightened rabbit!" A tornado of flames emerged around Kayleigh, who was obviously in no mood to mess around. Eyes were fiery red, "I swear, I will burn this entire forest down!"

"WOA woa! No need to burn anything down. Easy there!"

The flames dissipated into the air, leaving a stumped Eudora staring in disbelief, "You again? The gods are truly pissing on me." There he was, the idiot that ran out of her mere hours ago. Gildarts, with a goofy grin on his face, revealed himself from hiding. Rubbing his hand behind his head, "Don't worry, i'm here"

Kayleigh let out this competition's longest sigh, "Gods help me with this one."
 

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The tinny sound of water splattering on metal was the only thing that separated a pleasant evening drizzle from the cruel realty of a cold, rainy night. Kopaka's body sat, inert, beneath a rocky outcropping that was bleeding the runoff from the greater storm. Kopaka had not picked this spot to rest his systems. The only forewarning he had experienced was a slight buzzing of his ocular sensors and a critical system warning on his HUD. The Toa of Ice had stumbled into a sitting position beneath the rocks and abruptly sagged against an old stump with a crunch. All of his greater motor systems were completely offline as damage control diagnostics ran a check on his biological systems. The Toa could still hear, see, and speak, but was otherwise helpless.

With his head sagging towards the muddy earth, he could not look around for Nico, but Kopaka knew he was nearby. He could hear the human youth babbling to himself, occasionally interspersed with cries of anguish.

"Nnnnnnnnico." Kopaka buzzed. His vocoder was glitching, causing his words to be warbled and distorted. A few more moments passed. Only the sound of the tinkling raindrops on his chassis filled the silence. Finally, there came a slow crunching sound. A dirty shoe came into view in Kopaka's peripheral vision.

"Wassuuuuup, haah." Nico slurred. The teenage human began to chuckle and choke with increasing mirth at his own irreverent levity. Kopaka kept talking.

"Experiencing...kkczzwidespread system failure. Periodic inactivity likely...with...permanent-" Kopaka droned before Nico cut him off.

"It's called dying, you metal prick." Nico sighed. He sucked in a deep breath immediately, and dragged a muddy hand down his face.

"Sorry. Hah. What's up?" Nico said, trying to sober up. He immediately starting cracking up again. Wassuuuuup. There came a sudden burst of grinding and hissing as Kopaka's major systems reactivated. He gathered himself back to his full height, and tested various response times and motor functions. Almost none of them were good. His vision flickered with static for a moment as his receptors calibrated themselves to the low light. Kopaka held his hand in front of his face experimentally, and noted that his eye lights were off despite his vision functioning normally. Whatever.

"I've enrolled uszz in the impending boss battle." Kopaka said flatly.

"Okay my guy but I'm y'now...blind." Nico retorted.

"From what I have observed, blindness should not heavily effect your accuracy." the Toa parried. There was a pause, which was cut through by more drugged snickering.

"We remain close. I will gkkhuide your aim with my voice." Kopaka continued. Nico nodded sullenly, but smiled anyway. Hell yeah. Gonna tear it up with this ice maker.

"Whawedoin' until then?" Nico yawned. He jumped slightly at the sound of a tremendous bang and clatter. He might have been blind, but he could still tell that Kopaka had crashed again.

"Solid." Nico shrugged, and abruptly collapsed deliriously into the mud beside Kopaka's limp frame.

Spitter spatter.

The night rolled on.
 
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