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:
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Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Day Eight

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DAY SEVEN

[animusmods]

Early day 7 (Suzaku, Psiioniic, Disciple, maybe Issun, Minato) Fight!

[swordofzero]

They were being pushed inwards, more and more paths were blocked off with walls that looked like they were made of human flesh. Perhaps they were, Suzaku would expect such a thing here. He saw a figure in front of them and blinked as he recognised them. "Minato?"

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

Ψiioniic didn't know Minato well, had never spoken to the human that he could recall. But Signless had mentioned him several times, and he thought they might be friends.

That was enough for him to be tentatively willing to accept the boy into their group. But Suzaku was the leader, so it was his call. And if Minato attacked them, all bets were off.

[fractus_animus]

Kanji had left him by then, the others were dead, and he could have been faring better. He recognizes the voice as Suzaku's, and turns, frowning lightly.

He has no real fight in him at this point; he's exhausted and his energy has mostly been spent trying to keep his Persona from murdering him or anyone else. His reply is dull and quiet.

"... Suzaku-san. Are you here to kill me again?" It was sort of a morbid joke, on his part. "At this point, I think I wouldn't mind."

He couldn't get the images of what had happened through this week out of his head, replaying over and over.

[bloodwriter]

Disciple was happy to see that Minato was doing well, even though she wished it was under better circumstances. She still smiled and waved to him as if their previous fight fest yesterday never happened.

"Minato! You're ok!"

She then looks at his tired and dull expression, and her smile weakened. As for his joke, she didn't know whether or not to take it as an actual joke or to brush it off. So she just looked into his eyes in a kind way. "Please don't say that. You just need to rest is all."

Later Day 7 (Suzaku, Psi, Di, maybe Issun and Ganondorf)

[swordofzero]

It couldn't be much longer, how many people were even still alive. The walls of flesh were pushing them further into the labyrinth, blocking paths. They rounded another corner and Suzaku took in the man in front of them, he had never met him before, but with everything that had happened he assumed anyone out of his own small group were a threat.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

"Oh, god." Ψiioniic was so tired of death and killing. But he couldn't let Suzaku and Disciple down, not if it killed him. He brought his powers to bear, the glow in his eyes increasing as an indication of his readiness to blast out.

[great_king_of_evil]

Ganondorf had decided to walk away from his group- The end was near and the kids would complain all days if they saw him looking for people to kill, but it had to happen. That's when he spotted Suzaku's group- Under other circumstance he'd have thoughts nothing of them, but here the boy, tried to take him in?

He laughed blocked attempts to attack him with an enormous sword- You could feel the evil emanating from it. In fact, the evil emanated not only from the sword, but from the man himself. He looked at them and smiled. Oh boy, this would be interesting.

"What a team!" as he spoke a wall of fire appeared all around the area- No worries this was going to disappear quickly, but Ganondorf had a sense for drama and outright hated to fight without speaking first "If you chose to surrender, your death shall be quick. Otherwise, I make no promise."

[swordofzero]

Suzaku rose his sickle, staring at Ganondorf, the fire was impressive but it barely cut through the general feeling of despair that had been rising within him. If this man killed him it would be almost a relief, but on the other hand Suzaku didn't want to see Psi, Disciple or Issun hurt and that was enough reason to keep fighting.

"Leave them alone."

(Closed) Early Day Seven Kanji & Strega!Minato

[get_bent]

[A week of hell. That's what this entire experience had been.

Each day seemed longer and now alone, Kanji was like a former...well to put it in best terms, Sadow of himself. The only things that kept him going was the resolution he had for his friends, and the terrible stupid human mentality not to give up. Although by now, he wasn't too sure about that anymore...

Still, he kept moving along that day, having managed to secure one of the first aid kids that had been placed in the central area. That, and the food he kept getting as sponsorships kept him alive, for the most part.

He didn't notice Minato at first, until he walked close. Kanji's face was covered in the beginning of a fine brown beard, a clear sign that his blond hair wasn't a natural hair color. Which, speaking of which, currently looked like spikes of greasy, unwashed disgusting mess. Heck, he could FEEL the grease on him by now. Urgh. For a guy that kept everything sparkling clean, it made everything even worse.

He has no idea of Minato wants to fight him or not, but at this point, he's so tired that he wouldn't try fighting back. He needs to rest...even if for an hour.

So, spurned on by fatigue, health and a loooooong week, he decides to just sit on the other side of the maze wall where Minato is, crossing his arms. It's up to him if he'll just kill him off or not. Regardless, he's gonna take an hour to relax and sit down, goddammit.]

[fractus_animus]

[ Considering he still has some of Chidori's blood on his clothing?

... No, he's... probably not even remotely up for a fight right now. It had been yesterday but it still pained him. It ached, and it ate at his heart, bit by bit.

He was only so strong. He may have been through hell, months of it, but... they were his family, for all intents and purposes.

And then his REAL family was dead. Thanatos continually trying to burst out of his mind and trying to keep the destruction contained and make it listen to him (KILL), it was hard to think straight.

He was certainly not about to hurt Kanji (WHOEVER), since he showed no signs of hostility.

Instead, Minato pauses, trying to calm the splitting headache in his mind (OPPOSES YOU--MURDER--TEAR--LET ME OUT), the voice of Death's slow sobering as it became louder and angrier and demanded sacrifices, then decided to merely sit down next to the other teenage Persona user.

He was grimy and unhappy and exhausted as well, and also needed a break. He was taking the last two Suppressants he had (his dosage lately had been the equivalent of AT LEAST five or more at times, dangerous regardless), not really caring what might happen later.

It calmed the roaring in his head, at least. Not to mention he was actually starting to sober up himself, going through the opening phases of withdrawal, a miserable existence. Headache, nausea, sweating, weakness... yeah, he'd had better days. ]

I'm throwing these clothes out when I'm done with this. Maybe their real goal is to make us waste all our good clothing with pointless deaths...

[get_bent]

[Kanji doesn't say anything when Minato comes close. There is silence for a short while. Strange, how the sound of nothing could be both calming and incredibly depressing.

..yeah. I never...really died here before. That mean the clothing stays like it is when you do?

[Then, without warning, he takes out lunches - he has two, thanks to his sponsorships and wordlessly gives the other his bento box]

Here. Got two and I ain't that hungry.

[fractus_animus]

It does, I've died a few times by now. It's kind of become necessary to figure out how to fix things or make your own, so...

[ Luckily he knows his way around a needle--akshdg. Minato is kind of surprised by the gesture, and blinks at it. B-Bento... box... Kanji why. ]

... Is that a bento?

[ ... He... he can't help it. It's kind of amusing, and cute. In this place? Jeez... ]

(Closed) Gamzee and Her Imperious Condescension

[cullionfish]

[The Condesce already had the blood of several on her hands. The days were getting longer, though someone continued to provide meals for her anonymously. She had spent some long hours trying to figure out her beneficiary, but had always come back empty. She had suspected it was one of the many men she had met in the cathedral that one night, but it seemed rather unlike them not to take credit for the assistance, so that she might owe them something later.

Dualscar, perhaps. Though she didn't really want to entertain that thought. She was still colossally upset with him. The highblood, perhaps. That would make more sense, though the anonymous submission threw her off once more.

It had to be Dualscar. Boy, did that piss her off.

You probably don't want to run into her when she's pissed off.]

many men in the cathedral help me

[hystericull]

[That makes two entirely livid trolls, then. Except one is fucking deranged with guilt and fury and delusions and apparently has no common sense left to tell him that engaging the Condesce is a Very Motherfucking Bad Idea.

Gamzee was covered head to toe in blood, having gotten a little carried away slaughtering his comrades, his enemies, and random passersby that were unfortunate enough to cross paths with him in the depths of his psychosis. Voices were roaring in his head and he was hopped up on adrenaline and also on nothing at motherfucking all for the first time since he could remember. It felt motherfucking great and it felt motherfucking terrible. The kind of terrible that you feel when all the secret perversions of your mind are attainable, which you'll realize is the best kind of terrible when you have your friends' torn out throats slipping through your motherfucking hands.

The adrenaline high grew worse as the body count, and his ego, skyrocketed. He should have prostrated himself before the Empress like a good little subjugglator. Should have swapped spit with the motherfucking floor like their fucking spaceship was going down. Instead, he twisted up his gnarled, split-open face into a putrid grin - all fangs and blood and saliva - calling out to the towering adult like the complete and utter maniac he'd become.]

Hold the motherfuck up, bitch.

[Whether or not she'd heard his soft-spoken request or had just chosen to ignore it was uncertain. However, the endless amounts of patience he'd once had had dropped to an alarming zero percent.]

I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO MOTHERFUCKING STOP, FILTHY MOTHERFUCKING FISHBROAD.

Suzaku, Di, Psi, Issun and Ridley (after the fight with Ganon)

[swordofzero]

They were still together, that was mostly luck Suzaku thought. His friends were almost unrecognisable under the blood, as was he probably. Suzaku wanted nothing more than to just stop... He had fought longer before, he had killed more people before. But that had always been for a cause, even if sometimes it was misjudged, misguided. They had been put here to kill each other for no perceivable reason but the enjoyment of their captors.

Despite that his eyes narrowed when he saw the dragon creature. He knew this person, they had killed Dolorosa... Suzaku raised the sickle and took a step forward.

[nomnommom]

Ridley's tail still had a fair bit of green on the end from that prior run-in. He turns his head as the others approach, and sneers at Suzaku.

"Well, we meet again, sickle-boy," he comments, noting the raised weapon. "Finally work up some nerve?"

[bloodwriter]

There he was, there was that monster who took away her loved one. Her mind was beginning to fill with hate and rage again, and unconsciously griped a fist until it started to bleed.

She then saw Suzaku step towards him and she tried to control herself. She didn't want to go wild again and accidentally hurt her teammates. Especially since they've been so helpful to her within the past few days.

So she goes right by Suzaku's side and takes a fighting stance.

[swordofzero]

Suzaku glared at him nodding at Disciple as she stepped up next to him. He glared back at Ridley, he didn't feel the burning anger he had felt the last time he had faced him. Instead a cold, numb despair. It was never going to end, he knew Ridley's power and wondered if they could get out of this without part of their small group being killed.

[Closed] Gamzee, Red!Kanaya, Blue!Karkat and Yellow!Equius

[hystericull]

[Gamzee was run ragged, bloody, and right out of his fucking mind. For the past day and a half, he'd been pummeling everything in sight, going far beyond a fatal blow in almost every case and reveling in the sick, churning feeling his guts got when he beat those bodies into the ground over and over again.

He was so far out of himself (or so clearly in his right mind?) that he hadn't given a single thought to the ties he may or may not have had to each person he'd attacked. He simply charged at them with a wide-eyed malice, propelled by the roaring voices in his head and the fury surging through his veins.

Finally, finally, he'd caught up to some other traitors members of the resistance. Look at those three, so neatly assembled that he could almost see the big, bright bow wrapping them all together. Maybe he'd make one for them when they were dead. Tie them all up nice and leave their bloodied stumps as a parting gift to whoever birthed this wonderful game. They looked so worn. So tired. Fed up with this whole shindig. If Gamzee were half the person he used to be, he'd surely be getting his most wicked of motherfucking sympathies on for them. Now he just wanted to bash their faces in.

It was early. He was insatiable, but he hadn't had time to enjoy a good stalk, yet. He followed a little bit behind, beaming to himself and passing the time by biting off chunks of coagulated blood from underneath his disgusting fingernails.]

[caliginous]

All I'm saying is that I'm not going to waste time sitting around with my thumb up my ass.

[If there was such a thing as a master of subtly, Karkat would not qualify for the title. It was one of the downfalls of traveling with the cerulean -- volume control was never something he had, especially when he was riled. Thanks to Terezi, he had a nice meal almost every day, so that hadn't been the problem. Tension was running high, and he was just about out of patience between Equius and Kanaya.]

Peaceful resistance doesn't fucking work. I don't want to fight anymore than anyone else, but its us or them and as far as I'm concerned, they don't matter. So its going to be us or nobody. I'm not fucking dying anymore in this god damn Tower. I'm done. End. Over. Finished.

[Karkat was nearly blue in the face when he was done talking, having given himself a headache after trying to ward off the monsters that had chased after them days earlier. Clearly his powers weren't meant to look into their minds.]

Wish those fucking meals came with some god damn painkillers.

[mutab1e]

[Predictably, at any given moment Equius could be found peering over his shoulder. He'd been doing this for... well, the past seven days really, but as time went on he did it more and more often. Absolutely no one was surprised. Mostly he'd been walking along lugging whatever share of the supplies fit in his attained bag and quietly listening to Karkat rant, but after glancing back at the wall next to him again, it seems he's finally willing to speak.]

Let's, um.

[B1UH.]

We can worry about stopping, um, them after we get out of here, right? They've... they've clearly built this place just for this... everything looks too new...

[And it does. At least it wasn't a labyrinth of the type that you would find hunting around in ancient catacombs, because he was pretty sure he'd have killed himself by now if that were the case. But it's not, and... shit. What was he talking about again?????]

...so if there's any way to get at them... it's probably in the main Tower...

[It seems he's been working this out for a while now, and-- yes, he should have kept his mouth shut.]

[Closed] Gamzee and Vriska (after Gamzee kills Redkan and Bluekat)

[fabricates]

[So maybe Vriska had absconded like a coward an asshole, but shit was off with Gamzee again. She recalled how he'd faced the Black King and surprised everyone. Something had been wrong then, and she'd just seen him cull Karkat and Kanaya. She wasn't about to be the next victim. If she could get away, recoup...

She could definitely take him. She was God Tier. She felt stupid for getting the hell out of there like that. What was she? Tavros? Ugh, the thought makes her sick. She isn't a coward like he is.

So she stops, turns. Waits for the tell-tale signs of people dying. She'll do better on her own anyway. Being with a group would just drag her down. She could probably catch him off guard. Yeah, good plan.]

[hystericull]

[It wouldn't do to leave a job half-finished. Wouldn't do at motherfucking all. The mutant bitch and the not-so-mutant octobestfriend had gone down easily enough - but the pissblood had hoofed it (now a disappointingly unfit pun, Gamzee realized), and there wasn't nearly enough cerulean on his clubs as there should have been. One of these grave errors would be resolved quite soon, and then he could move on to the next.

Where'd that spidercunt get off to, anyway?

He was sure he'd seen her scurry her little fairylegs in this direction. As soon as the crazy flip-flopped motherfuckers went down, she was gone like the traitorous, backstabbing bitch she'd always been. It was refreshing to know that some people never changed. It was also invigorating to know that some did, and perhaps someone that had been a little jumpy around a certain person could finally beat their arrogant motherfucking faces in until it was nothing but a disgusting blue pulp.

He continued down the corridor, unable to keep the giddy grin off of his face and the giggles from his lips, following a once-familiar glow of special stardust that he would have, at one point, been quite excited to see. Now it just made him want to hurl.]

[fabricates]

[She's waiting for him, poised and ready for a fight. There's no way she was going down without a fight. She clutches her dice tightly, hoping they're working again. It seems like they worked in certain places but not in others, and it'd be a stroke of bad luck if they didn't work here. But she could fight without them, she was sure of it.

Just let him come and take her on. She knows what she's up against, she'd seen him fight against the Black King. So there couldn't be any surprises, she was definitely better at fighting than he was.]