Character Island

^ Wow, I'm smart. Where are they? How do I describe it?

edited 9th Oct '11 9:46:02 PM by SnowyFoxes

Prisha decided to take a nap somewhere in the forest. He thought if there was a good time that was it. He soon awoke and headed back for the cave, along the way he looked at one of the skeleton rats he froze. With curiosity he decided to encase it in a larger cube of ice and carry it back to the cave meeting back up with Vincent and Grimm. Prisha asked, "So where did you find her?" remains he wanted to add.

edited 10th Oct '11 4:57:51 PM by PsychoFreaX

Leah's on the bed, sucking on the tip of her finger as she closes her book and tosses it aside. Grinning slyly, Klaus edges toward her, looking into her wide eyes, faking innocence.

The lower half of her body explodes and tentacles of different colors and sizes sprout from her waist, from each other.

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT—

"You shouldn't have declined. It's tons of fun. And did say you'd automatically get top rank, didn't I?"

The tentacles knock him to the floor and wrap around his entire body.

Spazzy, I'm gonna get you for this.

His gut flips like he's falling and he's on top of a mountain, with Spazzy. As far as he can tell, it's still the island.

Why is my cardigan floating? Why is Spazzy's hair floating?

Holy shit, we're upside down.

Klaus clears his throat. "So. Can't say I fancy your method of travel."

edited 9th Oct '11 10:15:00 PM by SnowyFoxes

"Hmmm? Nuthin' fancy about it mister. It's just a short trip!" She grabs him by the waist in a bear hug.

For someone who doesn't see it coming, it happens in an instant. For someone who does see it coming, it still happens in an instant. Klaus barely had time for a "Oh no you fucking don't!" before they were off again, to God knows where.

Holograms of various mushrooms zoom in front of his eyes before his feet find solid ground again. A different mountain, similar landscape.

Not upside down. Progress.

Buried in the ground up to our collars. Not progress.

Klaus closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

"FUUUUUUUU—"

"Well," Vincent began, "we-"

Adam came trudging up the hill, back from the lake. "Hey!" he yelled out. "We got attacked by rats, and you know what that asshole did? Ate popcorn!"

Vincent looked at Adam and blinked. He looked at Prisha and blinked. He hesitated for a moment, then punched Prisha full in the face, sending him sprawling. Before he could get up, Vincent crouched down and planted a foot on his chest, pinning him down.

Vincent leaned in close to Prisha's face and snarled, "Listen." Tiny wisps of smoke began rolling from his nostrils. "You don't like anybody here, I get that. But we're all stuck here together, and every person we lose makes it that much harder to get off. So make no mistake-" He bared his claws in front of Prisha's face. "Pull another stunt like that, and I swear to Caln I will rip your fucking throat out with my bare hands."

"Whoops. Sorry."

Lilith was crouching next to his head. As opposed to buried up to hers in a now vacant person shaped hole of course. How had she done that? She grinned at him cheerfully, apparently unaware that buried in dirt was not the way he wanted to spend his day.

"Come on slowpoke, let's get going!"

"Geez you guys can't take a joke?" Prisha responded. "I was going to help eventually. I know, it's better with more of you still alive and it wouldn't take much to get rid of mere rats."

edited 10th Oct '11 7:02:21 PM by PsychoFreaX

Grimm, having calmly contemplated the news, tapped Vincent on the shoulder and said politely, "Would you mind stepping aside for a second? I think I can more effectively impress on our young associate just why it's a bad idea to behave in an antisocial manner."

The moment Vincent made room, Grimm's civil veneer vanished so fast it was as if it had been launched out of a railgun. He leaped on Prisha, planting both his feet so as to pin his arms to the ground. He then stuck the barrel of his K11 in his mouth, it's grenade launcher pressing against his nose, and screamed, "You fucking cocksmoker! Give me one good reason- just one good reason why I shouldn't splatter your brains out on the floor and put you out of OUR collective misery!" When Prisha tried to speak, his words were muffled by the muzzle brake jammed to the back of his throat.

edited 10th Oct '11 7:07:05 PM by Gault

Donovan got up, even with his weak knees, and went up toward Prisha "Just mere rats? Those things were not mere rats, they were enormous and had FREAKING SKULLS FOR FACES!" Then Grimm jumped him, something Donovan was very happy to see.

Prisha grabbed Grimm's wrist, used his ice powers, loosened his grip, got off, then spoke, "How about I'll be able to figure out what's up with those rats that attacked us earlier?" Holding up the ice cube encasing one of them still in his hand. "We wouldn't want another incident like that happen again. Afterall their sudden retreat was quite suspicious don't you think?"

Prisha turned to Donovan, "Cumulatively they were a threat. But judging by how easily each can be killed on their own. It would be impossible for them to survive the trap I planned for them. You're lucky those rats decided to be nice. Me on the other hand..."

edited 10th Oct '11 7:17:54 PM by PsychoFreaX

"You'll find out?" said Vincent. "'YOU'LL find out? You just thought eating popcorn while watching people getting eaten alive by rats was a JOKE! What did it take for you to join in, one of them biting your hair? Boo hoo, cry me a river.

"And anyway, you think this place has easy answers? You think it'll just give it to you if you ask? Go ahead, go into the forest and see how that works out! But don't come crying to us when you get torn apart by direwolves or something!"

He leaned in close. "And if this is your idea of being nice, then when you're mean, you'd better be far, far away from me."

"I said I was going to help eventually. The hair just had me wanting to do so earlier than expected," Prisha continued. "As for the rats, we have clues. The sudden retreat and," Prisha once again showed the ice cube encasing the skelerat, "Samples we can analyze."

edited 10th Oct '11 7:33:59 PM by PsychoFreaX

I'm going to take QQQQQ's advice here and just ignore any autohitting/ god-modding etc.

Prisha, his arms still immovably pinned under both of Grimm's combat-booted feet, tossed his head aside, briefly dislodging Grimm's rifle muzzle. Before Grimm could try to put it back in, he spoke, trying to explain himself.

It was evident that Grimm was having none if it. He swept the but of his rifle once across Prisha's face, holding back so that it had barely enough force to cause a bruise only because he was a child.

"You sociopathic little shit! I ought to beat you until you can't fucking stand no more! I've met war criminals with more tact and common fucking sense than you! Useless jack-fuck asshole!" He was on his knees pressing down, with his legs over Prisha's arms and his K11 pressed across Prisha's chest, keeping him from getting up or using his arms. He couldn't see the expression on Grimm's face for the balaclava he was wearing, but his eyes made it more than clear. He turned to Vincent for a moment, saying, "Vincent, you see what I was talking about now? Back when we first met? Think it's such a bad idea now!? I told you, I was right!"

Prisha decided it was best to apologize, "Okay sorry, I guess I went a little too far with the joke."

Vincent nodded at Grimm. "But this is going beyond simply annoying. Waaaay beyond."

To Prisha, he said, "Samples corrupted by frostbite. Analyze where? Do you happen to have an entire lab, computer, microscope, the works hiding somewhere? And when were you going to help? When everyone else was dead? Joking about popcorn just before jumping in I can see, but actually taking it out? That's borderline sadistic. And why the hell did you have pre-popped popcorn? That stuff sucks on the best of days."

"Well they weren't killing you too soon," Prisha tried to reason. "Even Schizo girl was on the ground unconscious with rats all over her. When I woke her up, she was still in good enough condition to fight. I didn't think two minutes of popcorn would have been too bad but I probably would have assisted sooner."

"What- joke, buuuuuullshit!" Grimm gave Prisha another smack with the butt of his weapon, harder this time. He lowered his head so it was an inch from Prisha's face. "You just don't get it, do you!?" He turned to look back up at Vincent, sating, "I swear to god, Vince, this guy's, like, fucking retarded or something!" He turned back. "Great! Just fan-fucking-tastic, we got ourselves a motherfucking special needs kid- with superpowers! Now, is it jsut me, or does this prove not only that there indisputably IS a God, but that he hates our guts? 'Cause don't this sound like God's little joke?! Give this fucking petty, insensitive, insincere, mentally deficient ASBO teenager fucking ice powers! Motherfucker- man, THIS is why the Grey men need to keep places like this!"

edited 10th Oct '11 7:48:29 PM by Gault

Donovan was royally irritated, Cthylla could sense it as she picked up a fallen branch, walked up to Grimm and asked him to move, "Excuse me Mister, but can I whack this moron until he can't feel his face move?"

"So she was unconscious," said Vincent, "and you thought two minutes of popcorn wouldn't hurt. Riii-"

"THAT'S IT!" bellowed Adam, surprising everyone. "Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking arguments on this motherfucking island!

"You!" he bellowed, pointing to Vincent. "I don't care if you're a dragon, shut up about the popcorn!" He whirled to Grimm. "You! Don't shove guns down people's throats!" He whirled to Prisha. "And YOU! Stop trying to justify yourself! You're only digging yourself deeper and making you sound more like an asshole!"

Looking up briefly from his tirade, Grimm said in a completely different, far softer tone, "Wait your turn sweetheart, I've got this." He then returned to berating and occasionally physically abusing the purple-haired teenager lying prostrate underneath him.

"You ignorant scumbag! What's it going to fucking take to get this through your thick goddamn skull!?"

edited 10th Oct '11 7:54:25 PM by Gault

It doesn't matter much, Prisha was already presumed dead when the pod went off course. To escape this island is to live again.

"There are many reasons why a person would pass out, fear for example. My point is that the rats were attacking her for a lengthy time while she was defenseless. As I witnessed before waking her up and she still seemed to be in a good enough condition to fight."

edited 10th Oct '11 8:01:25 PM by PsychoFreaX

Grimm was speechless. He had removed his weapon's barrel from Prisha's mouth so he could just maybe explain himself. Justify how he had acted. It was only fair. But the weird thing was, the more he talked, the more Prisha made himself out to seem like a complete asshole.

"A- a- and you witnessed? Witnessed!? You. Did. Nothing! Fucking nothing!" He punctuated each of his screamed words with open-palmed slaps to the face. "She could have fucking died you epic-league douchebag!"

edited 10th Oct '11 8:12:55 PM by Gault

"Umm I said I woke her up. I suppose that's doing something. I of course needed to make sure it's safe first, that takes time."

Bianca watches the exchange and shakes her head sagely.

"You're going to have to use guns on him. I bonked him on the head with a metal wrench and he kept going. That might explain an awful lot, actually."

She rubs her signet ring, longing to make a contract with him. To be able to suffuse his neck in horrible, burning pain if he disobeyed her was so tempting...

"We mustn't leave him unchecked," she says, as if Prisha were unable to hear her. "He could turn spiteful, and try to hurt us. Perhaps the forces of the Island have corrupted him. The point is, he must be kept under constant watch, and no treated with unnecessary violence. Punishment, yes, but we mustn't give him incentive to backstab us. I have an idea to limit his power, but it might not be... ethical."