@Roxam you were 33. Thirty-four.
Loser. Two.
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Ummm ... yeah, just going to stick to normal letters // she says while counting in German Zweiunddreißig
DAY 84 Sunday, December 15, 2013 11:00 A.M.
⌠OOC ✖ KILLS ✖ MOOD⌡ Five minutes. That was all the time they were allotted to pick someone who would most likely die. None of this was fair in the least bit. Matt wondered how his sister was doing with all of this. She was strong and levelheaded. She was probably the one holding their whole group together. Then again, this could be what breaks her. He was afraid she might be panicking in a corner somewhere in this godforsaken building without him able to come to her aid. What kind of brother couldn't protect his sister when she was in the most danger? That was it. Matt stood up, his legs shaky, and cleared his throat. ⦇ I'll - I'll do it, ⦈ the slothish teen stammered. Matt never did anything. He was always one hundred percent completely demotivated, but he knew his sister and seriously feared that she might be stupid enough to volunteer herself to help keep the others in her group at ease. She looked down on so many people, but couldn't stand to watch them suffer. He had to protect her. It was his job. If Libby volunteered, then he could keep her safe by volunteering as well. If she didn't, well then he would have to do his best to stick around long enough to see her again. His heart hammered in his chest as he leaned against the door frame. Matt's knees knocked together so vigorously he wasn't sure he would make it to the challenge. How was he supposed to face people that wanted to kill him, if he could barely look those in her group in the eye. He tried to swallow, but instead leaned over to vomit. This was utterly terrifying. They were actually going to die ...
Lu sat waiting impatiently for Alistair to come back. She was in a hurry and watching as destruction unfurled in the land down under. -- no, not Hell. After more time than she cared for, he finally came back. "Well then, if our business is finished here, why don't we head off to do whatever it is you have planned." he suggested. "Yes that would be nice. Perhaps if you hadn't been taking your sweet time we would be gone by now." Honestly, did he think at all?? Temeluchas rose to her feet and held out her hand. Once Alistair took it, the mist surrounded them and they were gone from Hell once more. There was nothing really their for her at this point. She could feel the betrayal of her children as they left Hell. Whatever. They were a disappointment anyway -- all a bunch of Nephilim duds. The mist cleared and they were greeted by bright sunshine and the sweet, sweet sounds of panic. Humans ran in terror as their world began to fall apart. It was even more delightful than she could have imagined. Ahranna was sent in search of Adam for their new mission. It was one seemingly easy task, though she doubted it would be as quick as it sounded. Right now, the primary challenge was just finding Adam. He had been sort of sulkish since the Bonding. Did he like Joslyn or something? If he did, that would suck considering he was the one that helped bring her down here. Azazel had been rather absent as well. They needed to make up. Anyway, she started with his room to find it empty. Then decided it best to check the local hot spots of this floor in search of him. The Training Room usually seemed to be where most people spent their time and it was as good a guess as any. Even better, considering that was where she found him. Ahranna walked into the room and gave a knock on the wall to announce her presence. "Hey," she greeted, "I know the last few days have had you kinda down in the dumps and whatnot, but we've got a mission. Lucifer says this will require your expertise. Though, I don't think it should really take much effort." She approached the blond teen and grabbed him by the hand to head back in the direction of the special staircase they had taken before. "C-Cal?" She heard the anxiety in her name and sat bolt upright. Soren had woken her up a number of times before, but rarely did he stutter or sound so scared. Cal rubbed her eyes before slipping out of bed. Her red eyes happened upon the hairpins on the nightstand before she crossed the room to the other bed and sat down beside him. "Hey," she greeted warmly, "are you okay? Soren we're safe now, so there's nothing to worry about." She smiled up at him and brushed his raven - colored bangs out of his face. How on earth was she supposed to choose someone? Hana and Sal had the fortune of following Tiia on her wild dirt chase. She knew never to discredit a hunch, but chasing dirt? There wasn't much that could be done about it other than have faith. If Tiia thought she was onto something, then they had no better option than to follow. It wasn't like either of them had any leads. They kept a bit of distance and watched as she stood in front of the water. Dead end. There didn't seem to be any presence here which meant they likely had to turn back and look for a new lead. Tiia would catch up. They were in the midst of searching for some sort of clue when she did just that. Tiia got back, breathing heavily as she spoke, ❝ Lev-... Lev- ❞ she inhaled deeply, ❝ Leviathan is- is in Sydney, Australia. ❞ Tiia slumped to the ground and started to focus on breathing. Hana exchanged looks with Sal, having remembered their last trip to Australia. It had gone less than smoothly, with Sal winding up by himself and she marooned on an island with some of the others. Hana furrowed her brows and sighed in defeat. They had no choice but to find Leviathan, that didn't mean she liked the idea of facing him. ❝ Well, it looks like we should see about getting back on that plane then. ❞ Min watched as everyone else began to mark off places on the map that they had previously traveled to. There were so many. She couldn't believe how much of the world they got to see because of all of this. Min was secretly jealous. This was the entirely wrong reason for her to be jealous, but she couldn't help it. Mèi1 began to do some calculative thinking and circled a few locations on the map. ⌠These are the holy cities.⌡ She nodded to herself and looked at each of the cities circled, wondering if any would speak to her. None did. Though, something else spoke to her -- er, thought to her. She was still trying to figure out how to refer to it. Those are all wrong. The pale hand came down on the map and she looked up to see Fǎncháng2 leaning over Mèi. He crossed out the circles with a thick marker and put a new one on there somewhere in Iraq. Min raised her eyebrows at him and opened her mouth to ask a question, but he immediately walked off after recapping the marker. Fǎncháng was an odd duck. That would never change. 1Mèi -- A suffix used for a younger female friend or relative. 2Fǎncháng -- Moron, pervert
Challenge One: http://kh-vids.net/threads/❰-countdown-❱.144667/#post-4156880 The groups will be required to figure out their 'volunteers.' You can do so on skype or in a PM -- whatever you decide. The official decision will need to be mentioned in a post talking about how they came to the conclusion that they did. No, not everyone is required to post for it.
Static sounds and a voice cuts through the speakers on the walls in each of the rooms. "The first challenge is about to begin. Choose a single representative from each of your groups to participate. You have five minutes or else." The voice disappears and after a moment, the static ends as well.
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Was not notified of the tag. Goddamn KHV. But hey, at least I remembered to check.
Twenty - three
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zwanzig
⌠OOC ✖ KILLS ✖ MOOD⌡ Dominic didn't like this any better than anyone else. Being pushed around by other people was not okay. He did the pushing. Watching these fools wave guns at them just royally pissed him off. Who were they to think they could just shove guns in their faces and order them around? He wasn't going to have it. Instead, he decided to do the one thing no one else was try -- to fight back. He swung around in the hall with a deathly glint in his eyes. There wasn't much Dominic could do with his hands bound behind his back, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. What would, was the sudden jolt to his neck and the current of electricity coursing through his body. Dominic fell to his knees and began convulsing on the ground as the masked man with the gun pointed a remote at him. He wouldn't stop. The electric agony went on for at least a solid minute. He cried out in pain, but the act only made him more pissed off rather than submissive. The guy ushered the rest of the group through the doors and into the room ahead of him. He received a swift kick to the abdomen followed by one to his face. This was what they got for disobeying so soon. ⌠Won't tell ya again, resisting is useless.⌡ The man gave him another kick to the waist before walking off down the hall and leaving him on the floor. Dominic groaned in pain and blood ran down his face. The viscous red liquid leaked from his nose and mouth. He raised his hand up in an attempt to slow the bleeding, and painfully struggled to his feet. Dominic limped into the room and collapsed on the floor in the corner. He looked up at the other guys in his group and spat blood out on the floor. ⌠If those sons of bitches think they can just control us, they've got another thing coming.⌡ He wouldn't let anyone get off on his misfortune, especially not assholes like them.
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Drei
Chris, that is one intense 11. time for 12. Zwölf
