DGS3 -- Day 3, Phase 3

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The Man in Red

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Day 3, Phase 3
Time has no meaning​

"Good evening, down there. Not that you can tell, I suppose." The Man in Red's voice came out in a quiet chortling. "Things have gone a bit...ugly, for some of you, haven't they? My condolences. But, at least, no more of you have died. That's something, I suppose, isn't it? Ah, well..."

"Let's remember that the final hours are upon us, now. And what's left of this Island is rapidly shrinking:
F 3
F 4
F 5
G 3
G 4
G 5
H 3
H 4
H 5

We're doing what we can to make sure there's some semblance of safety left for you all down there, but....well. Just be careful, hmm?"

"That said! There is a special opportunity for you all. You can, of course, choose to remain on the island and struggle through to the inevitable conclusion; by the start of day 4, the entire island will be Unmade and too far gone for there to be any hope of a safe escape, even if you do win. The teleporter we previously left on F 7, however, is still functional. You can make your way there now, and use it to escape now. That will remove you from the island's clutches, and let you participate in...something special, to finish this event off quickly and in style."

"Of course, the choice is ultimately yours. I look forward to seeing what you do."


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Kiryu & Majima somberly discuss whether joining this event was actually worth it after all.


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  • Finale -- The final choice is upon you. You have the rest of this phase, and Phase 4 tomorrow, to make your decision. You can stay on the island and continue fighting to try and win that way, or make your way to the teleporter to be warped elsewhere for a different kind of final showdown. Either way, the entire island and anyone on it will be unmade/dead/destroyed by the start of what would normally be Day 4.

OOC NOTE: Forgive this phase for going up so early, but at this point it likely won't impact very much.
 

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“So… how are you feeling?” Coda asked nervously, wiping a couple of tears away and wincing as she glanced at her friend’s wound. She was far from squeamish, but there was just something so wrong about the gash. Strange liquid trickled from his chest, not quite blood, almost like molten metal. The substance vaporised into tiny firefly-like flickers of light as they hit the ground, rising back into the air before fading away. As the holy substance faded away, it left a slick of foul ichor in its wake, the remnants of the Morgul blade’s evil-made-manifest.

“Eh, I’ve certainly been better.” Zayin sighed, lying on his back and tenting his fingers. Nanaue still sat at his side, wearing the most devastated look that he had ever seen on a shark face.“I’m glad it wasn’t any of you guys though. If the blade had got you instead of me, I think the shock would have killed me anyway.”

“I don’t know what the big deal is!” Majima scoffed, nudging the living weapon with his foot. “You sound just fine to me. C’mon, get up.”

“I get where you’re coming from but it’s uhh... it’s not good.” The angel cringed, a little ashamed to be admitting that he was in such a bad way. Some angel of victory he was right now. His Captain was going to beat his ass when she saw him next. “I just can’t feel pain so I can kinda lie here and… exist. If I stand up I think my insides will fall out.”

“I thought you didn’t have any insides.”

“I don’t! That’s the scariest part!”

Majima was silent for a second, his mouth a hard line as he wondered if Zayin was joking or not before breaking into a scowl, crouching down and beginning to pick him up.

“No! You’re gonna be fine, just get the fuck up, man.” The yakuza said, desperation edging into his voice as he forcefully helped the living weapon up, getting him into a seated position despite the protests of Coda and Nanaue. Kiryu’s hand on his shoulder finally got the Mad Dog to take a moment, looking back at his old friend.

“Majima-san…” The Dragon of Dojima said softly, an understanding look in his eyes as he gently shook his head.

“...Damn it. Fuck! God damn it!” Majima spat as he turned and walked away to cool off, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. The other yakuza watched his friend leave before turning solemnly back to their injured comrade.

“Sorry… you know what he’s like at this point.” Kiryu apologised. “He’s not taking this easy… I’m sure none of us are. If anything, I think you’re taking it best, Zayin-san.”

“Well, you know how it goes. I’m a weapon, a soldier. I was bound to die in battle at some point. I’ll be back, anyways. We’re tough to put down permanently…” The angel gave his friends a sad smile. “Though, if it were up to me, I’d like to spend a little more time with you guys. Despite how hellish this whole ‘Game’ has been, I’m truly, truly glad I met you all.”

“Friend…” Nanaue choked out as the angel’s words hit home, even to his relatively simple mind.

“Stop talking like that. Majima-san was right, you’re not dead yet.” Coda said, gripping his arm tightly, her lower lip trembling. “And you’re not just a weapon, you’re our friend. We’re gonna get through this thing together, no matter what, I promise. Look, you’re even sitting up and no guts fell out.”

“Huh… look at that, I guess you’re right. I suppose I’m not out for the count yet after all!” Zayin said, grinning to Coda and silently thanking all that was holy that hell wasn’t real.

After all, lying to a friend was definitely a sin.
 

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Two beings into one - mind, body and soul. Along with powers, she inherited a plethora of memories - of war, of jolly and of HATRED. Who was she really? Was she an assassin walking in the path of vengeance, or a commander, driven by the sense of winning a war? Both memories were hers, and not. Or merely dreams inherited from the beings that fused as her.

'I will have my revenge!'

'I'm gonna smash and win!'

'I've still got what it takes!'

'Flak still got his power!'

A plethora of voices echoed inside her head, momentarily slowing her down in her path. The shadows of the evening crept over her, blurring everything around her in obscurity. Yet, she lumbered on, freeing a sighing breath from her lungs.

As she paused for a while, witnessing the land and skies before her shifting into corruption, she once again started taking in all the conflicting emotions within her. She teemed with excitement yet battled with regrets. A part of her wanted to recklessly move forward but the other held her back in a cautious instinct. For a moment, the confusion pressured her like a rope being pulled in a tug of war. It was stiffening, but at the same time thrilling as two sets of stories combined within her memory. Yet, at least the thoughts of both beings agreed on one thing - they both sought power.

Before her indecision could grow even more, her collar tingled with yet another announcement from the man in red. "So it has come to this eh," she grinned, her visage fully overcome with maniacal glee at what was described as the 'final showdown'. Her left hand clenched into a fist, her right hand squeezing the handle of the emperor as she finally took her step towards the pinged teleporter.

She howled, agilely weaving through the rotting trees and leaping over the gurgling rivers. At that moment, she felt freedom. The conflicting decisions in her seemed to finally agree on the path of claiming their victory no matter what. Punch death in the face and crush the wall of destiny. As foolish as it was, she couldn't help but be intoxicated by the excitement of what was to come. Not the smell of sulfur in the air, nor the barriers of the twisted landform stopped her from rushing through her selected path.

Blazes of fire left her mouth, burning through thick vines and saplings that hindered their way. Boulders shattered against her fist, the loud sound of explosions accompanying her as she continued to make her way forward. The thrill of a final battle was all-encompassing, a feeling that none of the beings within her could contain. Her laughter echoed through her path, a maniacal cackle that an outside observer would easily tag her for lunacy. However, she didn't care, none within her senses did. All that mattered was the rush of finally seeing through the end of this death game.
 
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As the latest announcement reverberated over the island's speakers, Coda sloooowly turned to look at her companions, her face a pinched mask of indecision.

"What the hell do we do?!" she cried, wringing her hands together as she glanced between Zayin's (now mostly upright) figure and the rest of their mismatched troop. "Zayin's hurt real bad. We're not going to last much longer!"

"Well, the answer seems clear to me," barked Majima with a laugh, snatching their dusty, forgotten duffel bags up from the ground. He glanced up at her, his lone eye blazing with a fierce light. "You heard the man, the rest of this dump is toast. We go to the teleporter, and we get the hell out of here before anything else goes south."

“What if this is another one of the Man in Red's ruses?” Zayin interjected, standing rigidly with a somewhat hunched-over posture. His clenched fist pressed against the injury inflicted by the Morgul Blade, the tattered cloth covering it stained with dark gore. “Perhaps we won't be so lucky this time around. Not that I'm afraid of a little challenge, but it does seem... pretty dubious.”

Majima cracked his neck and clapped his hands together.

"Then it's another fucked-up game," he rasped, a devilish smirk curling on his lips. His entire expression brimmed with poorly restrained savagery, like a predator ready to pounce. "And we win."

Kiryu sternly raised his voice, halting Majima in his tracks with an unrelenting grip on his shoulder. "They have a valid point, Majima-san. We should contemplate our next move more seriously."

The one-eyed man snorted, jutting out his chin defiantly. "Alright. What do you suggest we should do instead, Kiryu-chan?" he stepped away from Kiryu's grasp and turned to square off against him, earning concerned glances from Zayin and Coda. "You think any way outta this place is gonna be easy?! That ain't likely to happen. Not now or ever."

Coda's eyes swiveled back and forth between her comrades as they began to grapple with the very real potential for demise that loomed before them, her countenance fraught with tension. She flicked her gaze to Nanaue then, standing aloof from the crowd, his unblinking eyes fixed upon Zayin. Were it not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, he might have almost appeared to be a statue.

She tiptoed towards the Shark King, wary of this strange new overprotective behavior, fully expecting to be snapped up in his jaws at any moment. Gingerly, she touched the large muscular bulk of his arm.

He barely reacted, his eyes only giving a long, slow blink, the narrow nostrils upon his snout flaring ever so slightly.

"Nanaue," asked Coda, her voice rising in volume to be heard above all the rest. "What do you think we ought to do?"

The others fell quiet in an instant, glancing over at the pair. Majima visibly balked, jabbing an outraged finger in her direction, but Kiryu smacked his hand down.

Nanaue seemed to ponder her question for a long moment. A grumbling was heard inside his wide barrel-drum of a chest, reverberating in a profound noise of deep contemplation. Like a whale song or something.

"Fight!" he bellowed, with a thunderous clap as his fist hammered against his palm. A slight pulse of wind blew outward at the force of the blow, ruffling Coda’s hair and the grassy landscape around them.

Coda threw a sidelong glance at the others, a vacuum-like silence hanging in the air.

"Nanaue," she said, hesitantly. "That could be... well, either option, really."

A wild cackle escaped Majima's lips. "Well I, for one, welcome our Shark-y Overlord’s verdict. I couldn't agree more... this time! Heh heh."

Coda pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. “The things you guys put me through…”
 

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Five’s eyes flickered over to Eddie.

“The finale, eh?” The hunched gangly form of the preteen pressed himself up into an exhausted stand. “And look at you, you can’t even swat that partially unmade fly away from your eye. For you, it would be a massacre. You were a fighting corpse, now you’re barely a walking one.”

Eddie’s stateless gaze was motionless. His vapid pupils, unable to ascend to a partial blink.

“Didn’t think I’d have to do this to my own partner, given the circumstances. I thought you’d you know, at least start trying to kill me and keep at it before it would come to this.” Five rolled his eyes at the unfolding of absurd events.

Five tilted his head and placed the heft of the sword in his hand. He blinked. The hilt oddly heavy with the act he intended to perform on this.

They had teamed up, talked poetry, then a deadly chase had ensued. “Those were the days.” The youth said, reminiscing with a gentle shake of his head. A smile filled with pure disbelief.

“Without this comp, we wouldn’t have met at all though. So I guess I’m thankful for that.” He sighed. “But I don’t have any coffee to pour out for ya, buddy.”

Five patted the undead’s skeletal back. “It’s been a wild ride. Guess I’ll give you a Yeats goodbye. Yeah, seems fitting enough.

He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.”


Grief of the fallen transcended into the air. The youth readied himself for a new, fresh wound. The kind he was used to, that his memory had filled with. More and more death. Gushes of goodbye.

“What’re ye doing so close to my neck, boy?” Eddie’s jaw hung-half closed while the rattle of his voice stirred the silence of nature surrounding them.

“AH!” Seriously, wtf? The undead guy comes back to life? Is this a plot twist? Five had been really ready to end it. One for his own survival, he didn’t want to have to fight the Unmade corpse, and also, allies shouldn’t suffer if death is inevitable.

Fabric tore. A cold press of the corpse’s hand grasped Five’s and tossed the blade away. However, the innate violence in Eddie seemed momentarily dormant. Instead, he looked at Five with curiosity as though he were trying to recollect what had happened. And exactly what had led a young boy to narrowly slicing his throat while he wasn’t looking.

Kudos were in order. The villain Eddie nodded to himself. To the hellborne child.

“Look at me having anxiety and I haven’t even had enough caffeine to get an overload.” Five mused to himself, de-escalating the rattling shock with some of his quippy humor.

Anxiety? What is that and why do you have it?” Eddie mused.

As usual, the joke fell stale on his teammate. But it didn’t matter, right? They were back in business.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised because you had intended to lose my neck, eh?” Eddie didn’t even seem angry. As though he were a wiser version of himself, stating a universal truth.

Five toyed with his own stiff collar with a clawed index finger. “Uh…”

“I’d be surprised too if I saw someone resurrect from the pinnacle of his toneless madness.” Eddie mused.

“You uh, know about that, huh?” Five asked.

Eddie offered a curt nod, “How could I not? It’s my life.”

“The other ones-”

“Yes, yes, we’ve kind of got a curse on us. Y’see. Some of us are cursed to remember, and some of us are cursed to forget.” Eddie explained as though they were all 'united by the cause'. Of course, that wasn’t the only curse.

“Seems like there’s a course to chart, still.” Veteran Eddie sighed, as though he often woke up from the brink of nothingness into predicaments such as these. “I think you’ve stuck around me this long out of simple curiosity. I’m welcome to keeping that alliance, despite the unsightly choice I caught you in the middle of. Thing is, I know what you must think of me. I’m okay with that. I know what I’ve done. But, I’m the end of life Eddie, tired of the same story living out the same way. All this evil, it doesn’t end. It just keeps going until the good dies too.”

Five blinked. For once, wordless. He disagreed but something stopped him from saying that he didn’t. Perhaps, a deep rooted knowing of an old man trapped in the wrong timed body.

“Was that you who spoke some Yeats to me? Or was I imaginin’ that?”

“No no, that was me.” Five nodded bashfully.

“Ah, I knew you were a good lad. My favorite. That’s how I’d want to go, put to rest by poetic words. That’s why, in a former life so to speak, I was a musician.” Eddie spoke of his transformations as though they were reincarnation. But really, they were certain untold loops of himself.

“Why’s he your favorite?”

A sentiment twinkled in Eddie's blackened eyes. “He writes as though he’s seen it all, too."

There was a long pause before good ol' Eddie spoke again. “But, seems like there’s still work to be done, no? That’s why you were ready to slit my throat? I appreciate the mercy, but you can let them ravage me. I wouldn’t know the difference.”

He brandished the flesh peeling off his toneless sinew of mush. Five offered a confused forced smile unsure which words to choose to speak to the creep. “Heh…Heh…”

“Don’t worry about it laddie. I am who I am and I’m not sorry about it.” The monster slithered, “You ask me if I’m sorry for deliberately killing those pitiful souls. I got news for ya, I’m not. I’m the version of myself that remembers how the other Eddie felt living in the moment. He’d justified the useless carnage in his mind far before he took the final action. I know there was evil and malice in his heart. I know there is still some in me. Murder for me is not play as it is for my former self. Instead, it is a means to an end.”

Five considered these words. Before he could speak, Eddie continued on, “You’re a hitman, ain’tcha? Five is like, your spy name or something?”

Five nodded and opened his mouth, Eddie interjected again, old man speak was strong in both of them, “And before you have to explain, you said you’re not five years old, but rather, your name is Five. And you’re not a child yet you’re trapped in the form of one. Curious. Still figuring it all out, aren’t you? Hate to tell ya but it doesn’t get much easier.”

“Erm, yeah. I have a question for you, what the Hell are you?” This version of Eddie seemed the most sentient and the most likely to answer his question.

Eddie slapped his slightly protruding femur bone and laughed in a rattly way that sounded like a deadly snake’s tail and a gavel slamming repeatedly into a judge’s altar. “HAHAhahaha! Boy you crack me up! I can see why the other Eddie wanted to eat you!”

Five blinked to himself. Well that didn’t exactly sit well with him. He found his eye twitching as the only question he actually wanted answered had not garnered a response.

“How bout while we venture to our destination, I tell you something you already know. There is no winning in death game, only death, that’s why it’s always winning.” An eerie grin of amusement stretched the skin of his face.

“Let’s go dieeeee, shall we?” Eddie perhaps was the only one to rejoice at the sentiment. For, it was the monster’s very own currency.
 
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