LABYRINTH

[animusmods]

Characters: Participants in the Labyrinth event
Setting: The Labyrinth
Format: Any; party style
Summary: Characters are told to fight to the death over eight days.
Warnings: violence/gore/horror; this is a free-for-all fight to the death after all

Labyrinth starting positions, events, ring colors, and other information.

SUBTHREADS:
Please specify your location in your header, and if the thread is open or closed.
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight

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DAY SIX

[animusmods]

[Open] Gamzee and everyone he's going to maim.

[hystericull]

((OOC: I'll be making subthreads so this day doesn't get slammed with murderclowns. If you wanna fight this crazy asshole or get killed by him, feel free to jump in.))

[Closed] Gamzee and Sollux

[hystericull]

[The pounding. The pounding and shaking that fucking dragon was doing was rattling every wall of the labyrinth. It pulsed through each crack in the maze, through the unforgiving floor under Gamzee's feet, and up his very bones until it built into a cacophony inside his skull. He could hear the angry screeches and desperate wails of the resistance, the agony of each member of the party he'd been traveling with since meeting the Dolorosa here.

But now she was dead.

She was dead, and there was chaos and calamity and it only took him a second to notice that all of those things had stopped a while ago - after Ridley had slain the motherly leader of their troupe and spilled the jade blood over everyone in range. But the noise didn't stop for him. It pounded in his ears, still as hot and fresh as it had been moments ago. His head was screaming at him and his fingers wrapped around his clubs so tightly that he could feel his claws embedding themselves into the palms of his hands. Or, he would feel them, if he was in any mind to notice.

Instead, he became aware of his feet, moving in a flurry he'd never experienced before. He ran like he had never done, not even while fleeing a murderous assailant in the depths of the maze, or being chased by the Neoshadows a few days ago. It seemed like ages since then. He was grinning. For no reason at all, he was grinning, because for the first time since waking up here, he wasn't afraid. He was thrilled, and for a reason unknown, but completely embraced nonetheless, he was chasing down one of the only people he had known before arriving in the Tower.

And he was going to kill him.]

[thekidsare0kay]

[The whole thing had been chaos, and when Dolorosa went down in a spray of Jade blood, Sollux found himself trying to get as far away from it as possible.

He felt guilty that he hadn't helped more, but it was just too much chaos, and there was nothing he could do to help Dolorosa, anyway. If he'd tried to attack, he'd have only hit his friends, so he got out of the way. Maybe it was time to go it alone for a while.

He ducked down another corridor and paused, leaning against the wall to catch his breath, unaware that something was hunting him]

[Closed] Gamzee and Disciple

[hystericull]

[There were a number of things that were coming apart at the seams. The first being the party of peacekeepers that had banded together during this bloodbath of a contest. Gamzee had followed the Dolorosa, along with the Disciple, since they'd found him huddled in a corridor a few days ago. They'd given him food. Given him water. Given him hope and reassurance that he wouldn't be culled here by some desperate fools looking to win this thing.

The second was Gamzee. After having his only source of hope cut down before him, the biting fangs in the back of his head sunk deeper, and the slow, sinking feeling of his devastation abating should have alarmed him. Should have let him know that something was happening to him that he should take action against. But he couldn't, didn't want to fight the burning rage welling up in his chest. It felt so much better than fear and anxiety. He felt in control, but he was heading so far out of control that there was no hope of going back. Not now. Not until he'd beaten every single motherfucker in this motherfucking glorified hedgemaze into bits and pieces on the ground.

Not until he killed the one that had survived.

Why the fuck was she still around, when the jadeblood had died!? She didn't deserve to fucking live on. He was going to make sure of it. Gamzee stood still for a while, rooted in his spot so obviously that it was the last stupid miracle that he wasn't killed by Ridley, either. He shook. And shook, and shook and bit his lip until there was hardly anything left to bite, hissing through his teeth like a child in a tantrum and whipping his clubs out of his bag so fast it was a blur. When he looked up at the Disciple again, it would not be a look of fondness or camaraderie. It would be a look of malice - wild-eyed and accusatory.

In a flash, he charged her. Unwarranted and unprovoked, clubs raised in a furious attack.]

[bloodwriter]

[She couldn't believe it. They were so careful about not running into anything like this; to avoid the worst case scenario. She tried her best to make sure she didn't fail again...and yet she did. She let one of her cherished loved ones get taken away from her.

Disciple was so stunned, she didn't feel the river of tears spreading underneath her eyes, or pay attention to her surroundings. So much failure and hurt started forming within her mind, telling her that she was nothing but useless again; That she should have done a better job than be a poor bodyguard.

Blinded by her thoughts, she just felt like hitting anything, to prove to others surrounding her that she wasn't useless. She could protect, hurt, kill if needed to...and what better example than the maniac before her? The one that also failed to save her loved one.

The Subjuggulator.

With her sense heightened in her untamed state, she felt a difference in the wind surrounding her and quickly guarded his attack with both her arms. If she wasn't in an uncontrolled state, she would have felt a very awful pain from that block. She then tried swiping at him hard with her claws, along with giving out a furious sounding roar.]

[Open] Tell me if this ison't okay?

[oldmannomore]

[John has been wandering around, holding onto his throwing stars. He hasn't killed anyone yet - he really doesn't want to kill anyone - but he knows that if it goes on for much longer he'll have to. If this were a war he would be fine with it... but this kind of sick experiment he just couldn't stomach.]

[Cautiously, he looks around corners, listening to see if anyone is on their way towards him.]

It's totally fine! Sorry for the delay, do you want him just maimed or killed? 0u0

[hystericull]

[Not on their way. Just watching. And listening. And snaking his tongue around his fingers excitedly because blood on your hands just does nothing for a good grip on a pair of juggling clubs. Gamzee had had to take a moment to make sure his face wasn't going to fall off. The lower half of it had been torn up by a furious, feral creature - one who he'd intended to kill before getting unfairly separated from.

It seemed he wouldn't have long to rest on his laurels, however, because there was a human in his sights, wandering warily down the corridor, obviously on guard for any potential assailants. Look at how each victim was dumped lovingly into his lap like this.

The serendipity of murder was just miraculous.]

Honk.

Ridley Kills Dolorosa - Day 6

[nomnommom]

[This place...

Ridley had survived worse things, but this was no walk in the park. His body ached from days of terrible posture brought on by this constricting place, and his stomach ached from a lack of decent food. He'd caught whiffs of things from time to time, but by the time he got to the end of their trails, there was nothing but trash left.

Needless to say, he was quite cranky.

However, he's found himself a little open area where some paths converge, big enough where he can sprawl out a bit on the ground, and even open his wings a bit.]

Ahh...

[mamadonna]

[ Two days left and no one's died yet. They might actually get out of this, couldn't they? They still moved carefully, and their rations were running low, but there was hope on the horizon as they came to an opening ahead of the path they were traveling.

The rations issue was helped by the appearance of food for both herself and Gamzee, so they they were all enjoying her ice cream when the dragon came into view. Stopping in her tracks, she fingered her spear to see how this was about to go. ]

[Closed] Yori dies yaaaay

[firststep]

[In hindsight, Yori should have realized something was very, very wrong when Gamzee's brain had starting sobering up a couple of days ago. But he hadn't thought much about it then, thinking it was just something that happened when you were put into a battle royale situation like this.

And then the Dolorosa was killed, and everything went downhill.

Yori could hear the noise in Gamzee's head, and it was fucking terrifying, and the things that were going through his head were terrifying, and Yori had fled without even realizing it in the panic because no no no bad bad bad bad bad --

But he can't keep running forever.]

Suzaku and Gamzee fight /sets this after Gamzee's killed a couple of people

[swordofzero]

[The last couple of days had been almost calm even though they had been in this labyrinth. Meeting up with Psi had calmed Suzaku down a lot and he had almost believed that they could make it.

Then Dolorosa died and the world had gone mad. Suzaku was covered in blood, not much of it his. He had seen Yori's body, guessed what had happened.

He had no idea where Psiioniic was, he was heading back towards where Dolorosa had died. Kind of, it was hard to retrace his steps when the Geass had activated, giving him no memories of fleeing.]

what the fuck do you mean "a year and three months is too long to wait before starting a thread"

[doctor_dismemberment]

[How had he gone six days without managing to kill anybody yet? He just wanted to feel the edge of his blade cutting into someone's flesh, chipping at bone, letting that warm, delicious blood spray all over his face. His head was pounding and pounding and pounding, and he knew from experience that the only thing that would make it better was to kill somebody. Just one person. Forget food, forget water, he could live without them for a while longer, but if he didn't kill somebody, he was going to lose it.

He stumbled a bit as he made his way through the twists and the turns of the labyrinth. His shoes still felt waterlogged, even two days after the flood. The bruise by his eye had swelled up so much that he found himself perpetually squinting, and, despite his best efforts, the wound on his wrist seemed to be getting infected. He hadn't managed to snag any extra food, and that idiot Dempsey had wandered off somewhere, leaving him with nobody to watch his back.

Fuck.

He turned a corner, and as soon as he laid eyes on a figure a few yards away, he froze. The echo of his boots against the floor seemed impossibly loud now that he knew he wasn't alone. Ah, well - his machete was already drawn, held tight in his fist. He'd be fine.

The horns were the most distinctive part of that silhouette. Was that...? Yes, it was. The idiot boy with the slime pie from before. A grin spread over Richtofen's face, and he took a step forward. Finally, a chance to kill somebody! Of course, it would likely be a pathetically easy kill, but death was death no matter what.

He was sure it'd be fun.]

Oh, look! The doctor has found a new patient.

[He took a step forward and brandished his machete like he was waving. His voice rose an octave when he spoke.]

Would you like to come here und play with me?

[Open]

[thanabro]

Ryoji had been wandering around the arena, feeling a little better now that he had reached areas where he could summon Thanatos. It was better than nothing - and it was better than hiding. Not that he really wanted to fight anyway, but if he had to, better to have Thanatos.

He walked along the corridors, keeping an eye out, when a flash of red caught his eye. He raced over and stared at the form on the floor.

No. No no no no no!

Someone had killed her. Someone had murdered his little sister, and he would find who it was. Standing up, as if in a daze, Ryoji felt Thanatos pound at his skull. He probably had no chance of finding them - and no chance of killing them, if Minako fell to them.

But he could hurt them. He could definitely hurt them for daring to harm her. With a screech of metal, he summoned Thanatos, racing through the maze to try to find who was the culprit.

"Where are you?!"

[Open]

[evokingfool]

He can hear someone's voice echoed in the maze. It's not hard for him to hear it, the other person was shouting very loudly.

And that someone was Ryoji.

With a frown, he clench his sword and follow after the voice. What he's going to do next was risky, it would give away his location to other people. But he'll take the risk.

"Ryoji!"

[Open]

[pitiedthefool]

Yu is nearly exhausted, wandering the arena and only finding solace in the face that he could call forth his many Personas at will. The past six days have been hell, fighting even when he couldn't without 'help' because he'd had no other choice.

That was when he head another voice coming from the maze- one he'd heard before once or twice. Frowning, he whispered the name at first before an unnatural child went down his spine. He knew that presence, only it... it felt like...

Death, a thousand claws reaching up for him, crushing darkness no no NO...

Izanagi was pounding in his head, but he shook it off. He knew with that outcry that something had happened. Wait, wasn't this close to where...

Oh, crap.

"Ryoji-san!" Suicidal it may well be, but he stopped caring when he had gotten so close to death both here and back home. He would chance it for now, grip so tight on his axe his knuckles were almost white. If others were after him, then they would have to handle themselves against the 'original god.'

After the all of Strega's deaths except his, for reference.

[fractus_animus]

He had their blood on his hands.

It was his fault. Deep down, he blamed himself. He knew that.

His sword was still gripped tightly in his own hands, and he was on-edge. He was alone now. He'd refused to take anything from their bodies. He couldn't stomach it. He cared about them too much to ever steal from them, even if they'd all willingly murdered people before.

With Ryoji spending all the time he had been running around like a bat out of hell after Minako's killer, it probably wasn't going to be long before they ran into each other later that day. Minato's speed had slowed considerably, and his mental state could have been better. If he knew Ryoji more, he might not be so ready to be at his throat. But as it is, he associates him with SEES, and he's come this far on the blood of others... he is willing to fight again. Thanatos is telling him it would be smart, wouldn't it, to get rid of those in the opposing team, the one with the 'fake' version of him. He senses what is ahead, the pull of another he considers unreal, egging his owner to let him out or pay the price, let him do as he pleases.

It's been 7 days, he's been taking far too little medication, and he's just had to kill Chidori, watching his team die. He hasn't been thinking logically like he normally would be. So when he hears someone coming, he doesn't even try to figure out who it is after feeling what his Persona has told him. No one matters to him anymore. Minami is dead. Everyone else is dead. Unless it happens to be a ten year old little boy, he will not stay his weapons or his Persona.

So he waits, sword in hand, crossbow tucked into his backpack, and his Evoker held tightly, expressionless, out for blood.

He couldn't take revenge on himself.

But he COULD take it out on anyone in SEES, somehow, someway, and make himself feel better. Or so he rationalizes.

What's a little more blood to be spilled? Thanatos agrees. Put anyone else dealing with this torment out of their misery, right?

Suzaku, Disciple, Psi (maybe Issun?) late day 6

[swordofzero]

Suzaku slumped against the wall, after fighting Gamzee and Jin within hours of each other he was exhausted. He was covered im blood, not all of it was his. Not even all of it was red. He wasn't sure where he was injured, he didn't really care.

It wasn't as if his Geass was going to let him die and he didn't think he could stand to see one more person he had made friends with die while he still lived. He worried about Psiioniic, had he even survived the chaos?

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

Too much blood. There was too much blood everywhere, all over him, in various colours but far, far too much of it in that horrifically bright candy red. He knew none of it belonged to the Signless, knew his moirail was safely outside of this latest horror of the tower. But still the sight of the blood made him want to be sick. Especially since it was mixed with at least one shade of green he'd hoped never to see again.

At this point, he was so overwhelmed he felt almost numb instead, just stumbling along looking for any of his friends. Surely he wasn't the only one still alive.

Please, god, let him not be the only one still alive.

He was so lost in despair he almost walked right by Suzaku, oblivious to the reality around him.

Suzaku and Jin fight

[swordofzero]

Suzaku looked round, he wasn't completely sure where he was or what had just happened. He remembered Dolorosa dying, lots of screaming, fighting with Gamzee... His memory was littered with familiar holes, signs that the Geass that ruled his life had taken over.

He couldn't see Gamzee, he couldn't remember the end of their fight, whether he had ran or if he had killed Gamzee. He stumbled round a corner and froze as he saw someone else he had been hoping not to meet again.

[morituramfides]

He got lost again. He wasn't sure where Medea was-- he wasn't sure where he was.

Jin was seated against the wall, around the corner, his left arm mangled and missing and his right hand gripping the sides of his head. God he just wanted Moros to shut up shut up shut up--

Someone was here. He remembered him. Jin glances to the side over his glasses to glare at Suzaku. He didn't have his bombs with him; his Evoker was in an awkward position to grab right away. Probably the only reason he didn't jump him right there.

"What?"

Suzaku, Psi, Di (maybe Issun) vs Roland, Ronalds (eventual) death

[swordofzero]

Suzaku raised his hand, he was at the front of their small group so was the first to see the stranger in front of them. Suzaku didn't want to hurt anyone if he could help it but he was prepared for the fact they might get attacked, six days of being trapped here and even those who would not normally hurt others had been pushed past their limits.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

There had been so much killing already, but Ψiioniic wouldn't hesitate to engage in more. Not when failing to do so would mean the certain deaths of the few of his friends who were left.

The moment Suzaku called the halt, Ψiioniic brought his powers up, the eerie glow of them sparking between his horns and making his eyes seem lit from within.

[Closed] Kuja, Kanji, and Yu

[fallen_stage]

Eleanor's sponsorship was a godsend, if not for his powers then at least for the full recovery whenever he was grievously wounded. He would have to thank her for keeping him alive later. As the week was wearing on, he was going to need it. People were not being murdered left and right.....

So I am late, gomen. orz

[pitiedthefool]

Yu could say the same for Naoya's and Izanami's help, but he said nothing as he continued on with a friend by his side. Mainly because it was suicidal to speak too loudly, and the other reason being that staying calm and quiet--listening--would give tips as to where others were. Whether they be friendly or not, they had no way of knowing until they saw them.

"You doing alright?" he whispers, trying to keep his voice down.

What he wouldn't give to see Rise again...