Fandom an elevator ride. multifandom rp. rp thread.

[Bloody_Death]

Elliot

Location: The Kitchen
Currently Feeling: Happy and Hungry.
Interactions: Knight boi
Mentions: Everyone (Somewhat)

Elliot beamed when the smaller person accepted his help. He was starting to notice that it didn't really seem like his words were getting through to him. But at least the fact that he wanted to help him out got through and wasn't misunderstood as some sorta threat. That would be terrible. Elliot held the mango and began heading off to the kitchen. Making sure to walk carefully to make sure his passenger was not knocked off his shoulder. As he made his way to the kitchen he looked around at everyone.

On the couch was Ragnarok and some sorta animal? Kinda reminded him of a cat? But it wasn't one. Was that Lero? When it spoke it kinda sounded like him and he also wasn't anything else. So it had to be him. Already in the kitchen was Hikari and Five. It seemed they were talking about something. Hikari also was out of his fancy costume. He wondered where he got them from. Did he have them on under his costume? Then there was a winged person who he had noticed but wasn't sure where or when she showed up. But she seemed to be having a bad time? He couldn't tell. Her eyes were closed, so was she sleeping? Who is able to do stuff like that in their sleep? Nevertheless, the girl calmed down and went to lay back on the floor. What a strange person. That samurai guy was nowhere to be seen but there seemed to be doors leading to other rooms. So maybe he was just in one of those.

Elliot arrived at the kitchen and offered small waves to Hikari, Five, and whoever else was currently present before heading to the kitchen island. He set the mango down and waited for the small person to get off his shoulder before moving to look for something to eat and peel the mango with. There also seemed to be some more fruit in here waiting for them. Maybe he could make a smoothie with it all. Was there a blender he could use? Now he was really craving a smoothie. After a bit of hunting, he was able to find a knife and decided to use that to peel the mangoes. He picked up the first mango again and began to peel it. It was a rather quick process due to the much experience he had from peeling many fruits for himself. He set the scraps to the side and cut up the mango into easy to eat pieces then set them on a napkin for the small person to eat. "Here we go. It should be easier to eat the good stuff now. I want to try making a smoothie though. There are so many fruits here." He hummed and gathered all the fruits then hunted around for a blender and maybe some yogurt or ice cream to add for it.

After a bit of searching, he decided to check on the small person again. He still hadn't learned their name though. Or if they can even talk. "Um. Are you all good? Can you understand me?" He questioned the small person while watching them. He wondered what the world he came from is like. Was everyone the size of this person? Or was he just apart of a group of people who were this small. He thought it was really cool nonetheless. Though it would be quite an inconvenience when trying to move around large places.

 

[Funnier President]

As Fives clearly wanted him to go, Hikari grabbed a snack on his way out, a fruit- he didn't really notice as he was thinking of Fives, and distantly heard Lero saying something as he looked over to Elliot, who was talking with another, smaller figure. Unsure of what to do, he simply decided to see if there was a bathroom

As Hikaru wandered around, looking for the bathroom, he spotted the dragon-girl, the one with wings trying to sleep? Unsure, he just simply opened random doors, until he found the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom, he looked around at it. It seemed to be a clean one, unlike some public bathrooms, and it was decently spaced. As he looked into the mirror, he glanced back at himself. Usual blond-white hair. Normal eyes- but looking a little bored. He seemed to look normal, but something felt off about him... maybe he was just tired? Sighing, Hikari simply used the restroom, and 5 minutes later, he was out.

As he finished using the restroom, he decided to go finally apoligize to Lero. Bumping into things a bit, he looked around for him.


Nya, Master of Water

As she started to open her eyes with a low groan, she could imagine that she was in the Dojo- but this wasnt the dojo... and why was the bed so rough? groaning, she got up, and took a look around as her senses started to focus again, only to see.... wait. Was that guy dead???????

Glancing around, Nya appeared to be in some kind of elevator, with a red and white bed next to her, and the man on it... clearly not moving. As she pushed herself of the ground, she realised she wasnt wearing her ninja outfit, only her casual one- not like it mattered. The person on the bed was clarly not moving, and there eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. Hesitantly, Nya formed a water sphere, before splashing it onto the still man. he didnt get up. Sighing, Nya look a look, and discovered the elvator doors were open, and she quickly walked inside to the... house?


Nya quickly looked around, with the area seemingly a small house with.... a lot of people. A couple of them were in the kitchen, with some kid and an........ closing her eyes, and opening them up again, she looked directly and the octopus/human thing? Well, Human like snakes lived on her world, and she had trvaeled back in time, and dont loads of other things, so why had this suprised her? glancing away from the kitchen, she spotted a white-haired someone and a hippe talking? Out of the corner of her eye, she say someone in a shirt and jeans dashing away, and wondered what that was all about? It wasnt her place to know, so she simply just faced the odd people and said "...... I have two questions. One, who are you all- Two, why do you have a dead body on a bed in your elevator?????"
She was definitely concerned-- what kind of psychopaths was she dealing with here?

 

[Hahli Nuva]

Hanzo had found an empty room and claimed it as his own, closing and locking the door behind him. He needed peace and quiet, time to meditate and gather his senses. He couldn't do that with all those kids running around.

The former assassin knelt down on the floor, closing his eyes as he cleared his mind. The lessons his father taught him began to repeat in his head. He never wanted Hanzo to live in his footsteps. And yet, here he was. Hanzo began to wonder if he had never chosen to take up his father's lifestyle. IF he had just left the entire clan and life of a deadly warrior behind for good. Would another clan member lose his loved ones and get turned into an evil sorcerer's slave? Would another clan member spend most of his life hunting the wrong target, only to realize too late that he was being manipulated the entire time?

Hanzo had little doubt Harumi and Satoshi would still be alive and well if he had just left everything behind. Sure, he had ben the Shirai Ryu's best enforcer, but so was his father. MAybe it had been time for another young fighter to take up the Scorpion mantle. The yellow clad fighter exhaled deeply, getting up to his feet. Meditating had never been a good time for him. For the most part, all he did was end up reliving his past traumas. Hanzo could feel Scorpion on the inside, clawing at him to let the dark specter out.

"You will not best me this day, demon." Hanzo said softly.

"I don't have to, Hanzo. We are one and the same, after all..." Scorpion growled back in his head.

 

[jump.]

NUMBER FIVE

mood

not having a good time, dissociating, ...sleeping?

outfit

here

location

the bedroom

tags mentions: Hikari Funnier President Elliot Bloody_Death Mono Knight boi
no real interactions he's an antisocial little shit

Thankfully, Hikari hadn't objected to his demands, and had shortly left. Narrowed eyes followed the other as he retreated from the kitchen, shoulders stiffened, slightly hunched, his breath coming out through his nostrils. He was alone again. Good. He didn't want company. He didn't want to be bombarded with questions, harassed by strangers. He didn't want to even be in this place. It was nicer than the elevator, sure. But it wasn't home. It wasn't with his family. It was with people he didn't know, people who alarmed him, threatened him. He struggled to relax in general, but he knew he would never be able to relax around this people.

He doubted he'd even be able to sleep, with them present.

And emotional exhaustion was draining him. Sapping away his energy, leaving him fatigued and moody and angry.

That anger was always there, and he didn't know why.

Absently, he turned off the taps, standing stiff and still by the sink, eyes staring ahead into nothingness. Unfocused. He should find somewhere private, somewhere he could be alone, and out of sight. Where he could just process everything, come up with some sort of plan, or solution to get himself out of this damn mess.

He'd averted multiple apocalypses. He'd killed thousands of people, without even hesitating. He could find away out of some sick social experiment.

That what this had to be, right? Some stupid, sick experiment. Much like his early childhood had been. Dad had treated all of them like test subjects, not children, not family.

And he'd survived that. He'd survived an apocalypse. He'd survived the Commission. He'd survived multiple bullets -the agony that came from them, the agony of seeing his siblings shot dead- found strength in himself to reverse time, even on the brink of death. He could survive this, too. He just needed to-

Five's thoughts were cut off at the sound of someone else approaching, turning to shoot whoever had decided to bother him a glare, lips curled into a disapproving frown, although softening slightly as he realised just who had come into the kitchen. Elliot. The other hadn't even spoken to him, just offered a polite wave and went about his business, presumably preparing food for himself. And whoever that was accompanying him. An eyebrow raised as his gaze landed upon Mono, staring at the tiny boy with a blank expression for a moment.

Judging from his size, and the fact he was accompanying Elliot, of all people. The miniscule child likely wasn't a threat. His vacant eyes flicked back to Elliot, offering a small wave in return before disappearing from the kitchen in a flash of blue.

He found himself upstairs, legs carrying him down the hall before he could even process exactly where he'd jumped to. There were doors on his left, on his right. All leading into completely empty rooms. Aside from one, which appeared to be locked. It had to be closed for a reason, right? Maybe someone else had already come up, found somewhere quiet, and claimed it as their own space. It seemed like a reasonable conclusion. His eyes lingered on the shut door for a few seconds before pressing onward, passing a bathroom, before arriving at a bedroom.

One, that thankfully, was furnished.

Five decided to claim the room as his own. He wasted no time scoping the room out, wandering in and locking the door shut behind him, eyes narrowed and attentive as his eyes checked every corner, every decoration. For what? He didn't know. Maybe a camera. Even if he'd found none in the elevator, there could be one here. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was being watched.

He was probably just paranoid.

He was already on edge, buzzing with nerves and restless energy. It wouldn't surprise him if that energy had clawed it's way into his mind, altering his perception, his sense of reality.

...Was this even real? Was it just some fucked up, sick dream his mind had conjured to torment him? A hallucination, his imagination running wild, trying to provide him with something other than crushing fear and loneliness?

Maybe Klaus had been right. Maybe he was addicted to the apocalypse. Maybe this was withdrawal.

No wonder Klaus found it found difficult to quit his addictions.

He collapsed onto the bed with a growl, staring up into the ceiling lights before squeezing his eyes shut, hands fisting at the covers. His tie felt too tight around his neck, and he swiftly removed it with one hand, chucking it in the direction of a nearby lamp. He just needed rest. That was all. Fatigue was screwing with him, messing with his head, making him think too much.

But he couldn't sleep. Not with these strangers around. If he slept, he might as well be asking for someone to slit his damn throat. And he didn't want to die. Not here. Not when he couldn't say goodbye to his brothers and sisters.

So he didn't sleep. He just lay there on the bed. Lay there and listened to the distant sound of chatter downstairs. And closed his eyes.

coded by reveriee.

Spoiler: mobile friendly version i keep forgetting-

Thankfully, Hikari hadn't objected to his demands, and had shortly left. Narrowed eyes followed the other as he retreated from the kitchen, shoulders stiffened, slightly hunched, his breath coming out through his nostrils. He was alone again. Good. He didn't want company. He didn't want to be bombarded with questions, harassed by strangers. He didn't want to even be in this place. It was nicer than the elevator, sure. But it wasn't home. It wasn't with his family. It was with people he didn't know, people who alarmed him, threatened him. He struggled to relax in general, but he knew he would never be able to relax around this people.

He doubted he'd even be able to sleep, with them present.

And emotional exhaustion was draining him. Sapping away his energy, leaving him fatigued and moody and angry.

That anger was always there, and he didn't know why.

Absently, he turned off the taps, standing stiff and still by the sink, eyes staring ahead into nothingness. Unfocused. He should find somewhere private, somewhere he could be alone, and out of sight. Where he could just process everything, come up with some sort of plan, or solution to get himself out of this damn mess.

He'd averted multiple apocalypses. He'd killed thousands of people, without even hesitating. He could find away out of some sick social experiment.

That what this had to be, right? Some stupid, sick experiment. Much like his early childhood had been. Dad had treated all of them like test subjects, not children, not family.

And he'd survived that. He'd survived an apocalypse. He'd survived the Commission. He'd survived multiple bullets -the agony that came from them, the agony of seeing his siblings shot dead- found strength in himself to reverse time, even on the brink of death. He could survive this, too. He just needed to-

Five's thoughts were cut off at the sound of someone else approaching, turning to shoot whoever had decided to bother him a glare, lips curled into a disapproving frown, although softening slightly as he realised just who had come into the kitchen. Elliot. The other hadn't even spoken to him, just offered a polite wave and went about his business, presumably preparing food for himself. And whoever that was accompanying him. An eyebrow raised as his gaze landed upon Mono, staring at the tiny boy with a blank expression for a moment.

Judging from his size, and the fact he was accompanying Elliot, of all people. The miniscule child likely wasn't a threat. His vacant eyes flicked back to Elliot, offering a small wave in return before disappearing from the kitchen in a flash of blue.

He found himself upstairs, legs carrying him down the hall before he could even process exactly where he'd jumped to. There were doors on his left, on his right. All leading into completely empty rooms. Aside from one, which appeared to be locked. It had to be closed for a reason, right? Maybe someone else had already come up, found somewhere quiet, and claimed it as their own space. It seemed like a reasonable conclusion. His eyes lingered on the shut door for a few seconds before pressing onward, passing a bathroom, before arriving at a bedroom.

One, that thankfully, was furnished.

Five decided to claim the room as his own. He wasted no time scoping the room out, wandering in and locking the door shut behind him, eyes narrowed and attentive as his eyes checked every corner, every decoration. For what? He didn't know. Maybe a camera. Even if he'd found none in the elevator, there could be one here. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was being watched.

He was probably just paranoid.

He was already on edge, buzzing with nerves and restless energy. It wouldn't surprise him if that energy had clawed it's way into his mind, altering his perception, his sense of reality.

...Was this even real? Was it just some fucked up, sick dream his mind had conjured to torment him? A hallucination, his imagination running wild, trying to provide him with something other than crushing fear and loneliness?

Maybe Klaus had been right. Maybe he was addicted to the apocalypse. Maybe this was withdrawal.

No wonder Klaus found it found difficult to quit his addictions.

He collapsed onto the bed with a growl, staring up into the ceiling lights before squeezing his eyes shut, hands fisting at the covers. His tie felt too tight around his neck, and he swiftly removed it with one hand, chucking it in the direction of a nearby lamp. He just needed rest. That was all. Fatigue was screwing with him, messing with his head, making him think too much.

But he couldn't sleep. Not with these strangers around. If he slept, he might as well be asking for someone to slit his damn throat. And he didn't want to die. Not here. Not when he couldn't say goodbye to his brothers and sisters.

So he didn't sleep. He just lay there on the bed. Lay there and listened to the distant sound of chatter downstairs. And closed his eyes.

 

[Jeef_jones]

Ragnarok
Interacting: Necessity4Fun (others in the room can see what's going to happen to)
Raganrok listened as lero explained how his ability works...not really getting much of it, but hey, Steve was listening so he'd probably catch on whatever was being said. He nodded as if he understood everything that was being said, then lero said if he was arrested, to which he chuckled "Haha, nope! just some people coming along to the piece of rubble I was stuck under we're real paranoid! but hey, they helped me out of there and then they tied me up, so things went pretty good for me!" Then lero told him that he was heavy as well asking why he would ask something like that, making him shrug "I just dunno where'd you put all your people you weight in such a small fox, just was curious I guess" Then it seemed like the person on the ground who was sleeping was having a bad dream of some sort? although as he took another look around the room, his eyes locked onto one of the windows, as he shot up and walked over to one, getting closer and squinting at it. He then went and even put a hand on it, frowning "Wait a minute...these are fake! who would put fake windows inside of a house, and I wanted fresh air..." he pouted a bit, as he looked to the "window", then the girl who was in clothes his mood immediatly changed as he smiled and waved "Hello! I'm ragnarok, the fox on the couch over there is lero, the squid kid near the kitchen is elliot! and he's not dead, just sleeping funny!"​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

I'm... tired. Just incredibly mentally tired, of all of this.

Jeef_jones , Funnier President

[Nya and Hikari]
(Mentions ahoy as always!)​

Lero didn't ever doubt that Ragnarok understood his words and their exact meanings, even less given that the other had been constantly nodding in acknowledgement as he went. At this point, if he found a subject to get rambly about, this would only reinforce that drive. He did tilt his head ever so slightly at the correction follow-up, where the rambunctious one hadn't actually been arrested as he guessed but rescued then tied up. Well, he guessed that also made sense, though he could help but wonder just how jumpy the other group of travellers really was. Yeap, paranoid was definitely the word to use here.

"That's interesting... Well, it's nice to see that they still had the kind heart to at least rescue you first, though I really wonder if that was at all necessary...? The tying up I mean, was there anything happening that could justify such distrust- Oh. Steve did mention a wasteland, so I'd guess the fight for survival might do it.", then the colorfully-clad one had made a truly interesting question! Lerhw couldn't help but chuckle softly at it, he definitely enjoyed the other's curiosity, "I'm not really sure about this one, to be honest!", his tail whipped against the cushions with amusement, "It could be that our protective auras add weight to us, or even perhaps the fact that the structure is wildly different in-between forms."

"How can I say it...", the Star Animal got back up, now standing on top of the couch, his tail waving this and that side behind him, "In the most generic of ways, I'm just energy taking a shape, I suppose... Right now it is a fox, but before it was a whole person! As a fox there's mostly fur to mimic, that same energy is assuming a formation that allows it to 'be' fur, but in my humanoid form it's trying to be a person, and also clothes, there's a lot more to it, variated formations it has to assume at the same time. So it may be that the elevated effort on itself adds weight to the whole structure as a consequence!", by the end of the explanation, Lero's tail had been wagging so fast that if this was a cartoon he would take flight with it. It was exciting! Thinking about the science of things was very exciting, even if he had no equipment in here to actually test any of these hypotheses.

The conversation would then be momentarily interrupted by the sounds of movement coming from the winged girl's location. If it had been just rolling to her side that's pretty much where it would have ended as well, but seeing her get up and kind of fight or maneuver in their area without another word had been incredibly shocking to see. The vulpine came to a full halt, his tail had even frozen in the air mid-wag, as all of his attention was poured into watching what the other was up to with the utmost concern. He was mostly worried that she would end up bumping into things and putting herself in a dangerous situation by practically moving blindly, but- Once she was settled again into what seemed like sleeping he relaxed. That could have been terrible.

And then a concept came to mind!

"...Sleepwalking...?"

It wasn't a thing with Star Animals, at least, Lero had never seen or heard about it even if he had heard of dream manipulation powers- So the idea had taken a while to jump into memory, the concept that other races could end up moving on their sleep as if they were still awake. He guessed that as long as she didn't hurt herself doing that it was fine, but- that had been scary, he could feel a shiver run down his spine just at remembering it happening. No, thank you! He didn't want to feel this sort of apprehension for the risks and possibilities ever again!

In the meanwhile, Five had moved upstairs, his footsteps echoing further and upwards until silence reigned in the upper floor. Maybe he had decided to sleep as well. Scorpion still hadn't come down, so he might be doing something similar... Only Elliot and the tiny kit remained in the kitchen area, conversing about the mango, as Hikari too had moved out and back into the living room more or less at the same time Ragnarok had discovered that the windows were apparently fake. That last bit hadn't been too much of a surprise to Lerhw who, was sure there would be a catch to the 'window' situation somewhere. It was unfortunate, but he still thought having to survive outside of this place might have been even more. The fresh air though, that could indeed have been nice...

More than the complaint about the windows, the Star Animal's focus had been first at Hikari who was bumping into things and prompted concern in the form of a slight head tilt and yet, before he could have said anything about that another new person had joined the group and raised a ruckus. Lero had been incredibly thankful to Ragnarok so quickly making introductions, merely giving a flick of his tail for emphasis when his name had been said.

"Precisely as Ragnarok has stated. That's not all of us, I could hear two people head upstairs where I believe Hikari", he pointed the teen out with a paw, "Has just come back from. They're a small adult called Five and a warrior who calls himself by Scorpion. And I'll say this now, please don't call Five by 'child' or anything of similar nature, that just makes him angry.", this appeal had been followed by a pleading expression, and both ears and tail hanging down for a moment. If he could avoid Five getting set off any further Lerhw would really appreciate it.

"And no one knows what's up with the person sleeping in a bed. He's weird, has done nothing but start misunderstandings with people and before hopping in that bed just pulled out blocks of soil and handed them to me. I wish this was all a joke or a messed up dream, I really do.", the fox sighed once more lowering his ears, things had taken a toll on him already, not even a full hour in, "I do guess we could do farming with them, so maybe his methods have inadvertently helped us in the end...", none of this made sense, but such was their current reality.

Lero finally sat back down and just sighed one more time. The feeling of resignation and defeat was very strong.

 

[Knight boi]

Mono
interactions: Elliot ( Bloody_Death )​

He looked up at the boy and he tilted his head a little though he looked so cute for some reason he just was cute really, though he was actually a lot bigger than people thought he was, though he was actually 19 to be exact and he could talk just barley, he looked at the boy and waved his arms saying,"Hey!~" he said trying to get the other boys attention though he was rather good looking himself too or Mono thought that at least, in total mono was about 3 feet and 6 inches tall.


​

 

[Funnier President]

Nya, Master of Water

As Nya stared them the hippie dude introduced squid boy, doggie, and themselves. So apparently The octopus was called Elliot, and the white one was Lero? confused, she heard movement behind her
and turned to see another person emerging from the area, and White-hair started to speak again, introducing themselves as hero, and telling on the others in the place, some warrior called scorpion, which was.... a unique name. Apparently, the person who had just come up was named Hikaru, who looked a little confused at her. Turning back tp zero, he heard his saying something about the person on the bed being.... Unsocial to put it mildly. Slightly confused about the dirt back, she asked "....... Dirt blocks? How would that even work? It would take forever to shape em right, unless they had a machine!" Distracted by the possibilities for a moment by that kind of machine, she missed emo sitting back down.

Still a little confused why they were all here, she looked over to Ragnorok. "Hey- where's the exit? Was kind of hoping to get back to my friends" I mean, you guys seemed nice, but I think I would rather just go..... wait a second. what HAD she been doing before they got here? She remebered a lot, including the One, serpentine, and all of the other shit her and the ninja had put up with defending ninjago, but..... she just couldn't remember.

Snapping back to reality, she looked over to Hikaru, who was also sitting on the couch with Lero. Sighing, she decided to go find a room to think in, and she climbed up the stained, looking around.


Hikari

As Hikaru returned to the living area, thinking, he spotted Lero in his wolf form, Steve/Ragnorok, and a new Girl? Hikaru looked at Lero for answers, but Lero simply just stated his name- apperaantlu, the new person was asking about blue-shirt Steve, as Lero was telling them about him- he seemed tired. Finally, Lero flopped back down on the couch-

Hikari was slightly confused, but also noticed that the girl hadn't introduced themselves- was that accidental, or intentional? Whatever was the case, his attention was diverted to Lero, who just radiated.... tired. Hikaru carefully walked over to him, and just sat down on the couch next to him- he didn't know exactly what to do, so he just quietly sat there with Zero, lost in his thoughts while The girl asked Ragnorok about something.

 

[jump.]

NUMBER FIVE

mood

tired and just being a dick cos he's grumpy sad man

outfit

here

location

downstairs

tags

interactions: Funnier President Nya Necessity4Fun Lero (tho it's more of a passing comment, if anything) mentions: Jeef_jones Ragnarok Funnier President Hikari

Number Five had always been a light sleeper, even since he was a child the slightest sound, or disturbance was enough to wake him up. As he'd matured into adulthood, paranoia only made it worse. He jumped at even the tiniest of sounds. A single pebble rolling across the dirt had been enough to jolt him out of his skin, body stiff and alert, eyes wild and restless, weapon in hand. He'd known nothing but silence, then. The only sounds had been his own, and occasionally, Dolores. She spoke few words to him, but when she did, they were enough to make his heart flutter in his chest, his attention on her, and her only.

Sound had been a threat. It still was. He still wasn't used to background noise and chatter.

...It scared him.

He phased in and out of consciousness, fingers curled into the sheets -soft sheets, he forgot how much he missed that feeling- eyes tightly pressed shut and eyebrows pinched together. His thoughts remained fuzzy, an incoherent blur in the back of his mind, unable to come into focus. If he was being honest, everything felt like a blur. He was exhausted. Physically and mentally drained. He needed rest, he knew he needed rest. And yet, he still couldn't bring himself to do so. He didn't trust these people. He couldn't let his guard down.

So he forced his mind to stay awake, even as his body seemed to seep into the mattress like liquid, breath coming out in shallow puffs of air.

There was still chatter from downstairs, he couldn't pick out the voices, or the words, but he allowed himself to tune into the wordless babble, lips tugging into a weak smile as he picked up a voice which sounded vaguely like Ragnarok.

He preferred Steve to his more boisterous and obnoxious counterpart, but even so, he didn't necessarily despise the colourfully dressed man. Not yet, at least. Not as much as he despised that other Steve, the one that had still been in the elevator, last time he'd seen him. He wondered if he could get away with smothering that asshole to death, with a pillow he picked up off the bed, if anyone would even notice him doing so. If they'd see, and be afraid, turn hostile. Or if they'd simply remain ignorant to it.

Five's eyes fluttered open, staring up into nothingness, his face pulled into an expression of idle thought, fingers tapping against the bedsheets.

He doubted he'd have the energy to make another jump, not one of that distance. Even his half-eaten banana hadn't been enough to top up his energy levels. He probably should have finished it. Would it even be on the kitchen counter, still? Would someone else have helped themselves to it? Elliot, maybe? Or that small companion that had been with him?

Part of him wanted to get up, simply to retrieve his banana. But his body felt like lead, and his mind was too unfocused to even begin thinking about movement. And besides, he had peace up here. He had quiet. He had a space outside of the prying eyes of everyone else, where he could just simply be.

Hell, he could write on the walls if he wanted to, decorate the room with equations and mindless math, much like his own room back-

...Back home.

He missed his family already. He missed Vanya, and Allison, and Klaus and Ben and Diego. Hell, he even missed Luther.

God, he'd only been here for what? Twenty minutes? Maybe a bit longer? And he was already homesick. He was pathetic.

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs was enough to drag him out of his thoughts. Five stilled, head raising off the mattress to stare towards the locked door of the bedroom, honing in on the noise from outside. Someone else was on the second floor. And it didn't seem to be the person in the other closed room. He forced himself up, off the bed, eyes narrowing as he approached the door, careful to produce as little sound as possible.

It was probably just one of the others. He was being paranoid, again. But he'd heard a stranger, someone he didn't know. He didn't trust those footsteps, not until they pissed off back downstairs, or made themselves known. His fists clenched as he prepared a jump, summoning the little energy he had left remaining,

It was a stupid decision, he knew damn well it was. But he wasn't going to let himself get ambushed. Not when he could make the first move.

In a flash of blue, he stood at the top of the staircase, narrowed eyes trained on someone's -someone he didn't know- back. They seemed to be female, so they were probably the voice from earlier. "Let me guess, you woke up here as well?" Five couldn't supress the exhaustion in his dry tone, a hand coming to rest against the railing of the stairs to lean against it, his other hand resting upon his hip. "If you're looking for an escape, there isn't one. We're trapped here. Might as well make yourself comfortable in one of these lovely rooms." His voice dripped with sarcasm, eyes following Nya's movements like she was prey. He silenced for a moment, finally turning away from her to descend the stairs, voice lowering as he spoke up again. "It's probably safer to lock yourself inside one, anyway. Better than being out in the open."

He said nothing more to her, shooting a final glance in her direction before slipping back into the living room in silence. Hikari seemed to be on the couch near Ragnarok, and some kind of fox? Lero, probably. It would make sense. He had referred to himself as a Star Animal earlier. "At least we can resort to eating fox if we run out of food." He spoke aloud, walking past the trio in a direct beeline back to the kitchen on somewhat shaky legs. A passing glance was sent to Riza, as she remained slumbering on the floor.

Why was there never any goddamn coffee? Or anything that would provide an energy boost. Candy or something.

"We best hope no-one around here eats like a pig."

coded by reveriee.

Spoiler: mobile friendly version.

Number Five had always been a light sleeper, even since he was a child the slightest sound, or disturbance was enough to wake him up. As he'd matured into adulthood, paranoia only made it worse. He jumped at even the tiniest of sounds. A single pebble rolling across the dirt had been enough to jolt him out of his skin, body stiff and alert, eyes wild and restless, weapon in hand. He'd known nothing but silence, then. The only sounds had been his own, and occasionally, Dolores. She spoke few words to him, but when she did, they were enough to make his heart flutter in his chest, his attention on her, and her only.

Sound had been a threat. It still was. He still wasn't used to background noise and chatter.

...It scared him.

He phased in and out of consciousness, fingers curled into the sheets -soft sheets, he forgot how much he missed that feeling- eyes tightly pressed shut and eyebrows pinched together. His thoughts remained fuzzy, an incoherent blur in the back of his mind, unable to come into focus. If he was being honest, everything felt like a blur. He was exhausted. Physically and mentally drained. He needed rest, he knew he needed rest. And yet, he still couldn't bring himself to do so. He didn't trust these people. He couldn't let his guard down.

So he forced his mind to stay awake, even as his body seemed to seep into the mattress like liquid, breath coming out in shallow puffs of air.

There was still chatter from downstairs, he couldn't pick out the voices, or the words, but he allowed himself to tune into the wordless babble, lips tugging into a weak smile as he picked up a voice which sounded vaguely like Ragnarok.

He preferred Steve to his more boisterous and obnoxious counterpart, but even so, he didn't necessarily despise the colourfully dressed man. Not yet, at least. Not as much as he despised that other Steve, the one that had still been in the elevator, last time he'd seen him. He wondered if he could get away with smothering that asshole to death, with a pillow he picked up off the bed, if anyone would even notice him doing so. If they'd see, and be afraid, turn hostile. Or if they'd simply remain ignorant to it.

Five's eyes fluttered open, staring up into nothingness, his face pulled into an expression of idle thought, fingers tapping against the bedsheets.

He doubted he'd have the energy to make another jump, not one of that distance. Even his half-eaten banana hadn't been enough to top up his energy levels. He probably should have finished it. Would it even be on the kitchen counter, still? Would someone else have helped themselves to it? Elliot, maybe? Or that small companion that had been with him?

Part of him wanted to get up, simply to retrieve his banana. But his body felt like lead, and his mind was too unfocused to even begin thinking about movement. And besides, he had peace up here. He had quiet. He had a space outside of the prying eyes of everyone else, where he could just simply be.

Hell, he could write on the walls if he wanted to, decorate the room with equations and mindless math, much like his own room back-

...Back home.

He missed his family already. He missed Vanya, and Allison, and Klaus and Ben and Diego. Hell, he even missed Luther.

God, he'd only been here for what? Twenty minutes? Maybe a bit longer? And he was already homesick. He was pathetic.

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs was enough to drag him out of his thoughts. Five stilled, head raising off the mattress to stare towards the locked door of the bedroom, honing in on the noise from outside. Someone else was on the second floor. And it didn't seem to be the person in the other closed room. He forced himself up, off the bed, eyes narrowing as he approached the door, careful to produce as little sound as possible.

It was probably just one of the others. He was being paranoid, again. But he'd heard a stranger, someone he didn't know. He didn't trust those footsteps, not until they pissed off back downstairs, or made themselves known. His fists clenched as he prepared a jump, summoning the little energy he had left remaining,

It was a stupid decision, he knew damn well it was. But he wasn't going to let himself get ambushed. Not when he could make the first move.

In a flash of blue, he stood at the top of the staircase, narrowed eyes trained on someone's -someone he didn't know- back. They seemed to be female, so they were probably the voice from earlier. "Let me guess, you woke up here as well?" Five couldn't supress the exhaustion in his dry tone, a hand coming to rest against the railing of the stairs to lean against it, his other hand resting upon his hip. "If you're looking for an escape, there isn't one. We're trapped here. Might as well make yourself comfortable in one of these lovely rooms." His voice dripped with sarcasm, eyes following Nya's movements like she was prey. He silenced for a moment, finally turning away from her to descend the stairs, voice lowering as he spoke up again. "It's probably safer to lock yourself inside one, anyway. Better than being out in the open."

He said nothing more to her, shooting a final glance in her direction before slipping back into the living room in silence. Hikari seemed to be on the couch near Ragnarok, and some kind of fox? Lero, probably. It would make sense. He had referred to himself as a Star Animal earlier. "At least we can resort to eating fox if we run out of food." He spoke aloud, walking past the trio in a direct beeline back to the kitchen on somewhat shaky legs. A passing glance was sent to Riza, as she remained slumbering on the floor.

Why was there never any goddamn coffee? Or anything that would provide an energy boost. Candy or something.

"We best hope no-one around here eats like a pig."

 

[Bloody_Death]

Elliot

Location: The Living Room
Currently Feeling: Proud and Content

Interactions: jump. (Five) | Necessity4Fun (Lero) | Funnier President (Hikari and Nya) | Knight boi (Mono) | Jeef_jones (Ragnarok/Steve)

Mentions: Funnier President (Steve) | Hahli Nuva (Scorpion) | FuzzySheep12 (Riza)

Elliot was about to head off and search for a blender once again before perking up when he heard the smaller boy calling him over. He smiled brightly and waved back with both of his hands back at the boy with the bag. "Hello!" He hummed happily and gave a small laugh. He was happy that the other seemed so excited. It was a bit of a change from the more tense feelings the others had been giving off since they've been here. Elliot gave a small laugh and headed off to search for a blender again. Which, after a few minutes. he did eventual find tucked away in a random cabinet. He smiled and gave an excited hum as he plugged it in and began setting all the fruits inside of it. He had noticed a half-eaten banana but decided not to touch it since, obviously, someone was eating it. Though if no one claimed it Elliot would probably end up eating it himself. All that he needed now for a good smoothie was some sorta yogurt or milk. He doubted there was going to be yogurt so all he could hope for is some milk.

Elliots searches moved to the fridge. He searched through it thoroughly. There wasn't even much of anything for him to take anyways. "Nothing..." He sighed while looking at the blender. Would fruits just be fine for a smoothie? He needed to add something to it. It seemed water would have to do. But first, he had to make sure the water was even safe here. He moved to the sink and grabbed a cup as he filled a cup of water for himself. He looked into the cup and the water was clear. With nothing strange floating around in it Next, he took a few little sips, and...it tasted normal. It seemed safe enough to him so he was going to put this in the smoothie. He smiled and began filling the blender with water and a bit of ice that was in the freezer before covering it and letting it run for a bit. He set up some cups for everyone but then ran into a new problem. Would there be enough? How many people were ever here at this point?

Elliot looked out of the kitchen and noticed another new girl by the couch with Lero and Ragnarok. So, that was three. Hikari was just returning from what seemed the bathroom, so that was four. There were himself and the smaller boy. The blocky Steve was still asleep along with the other girl with wings in the corner. Then the Scorpion guy and Five who weren't anywhere in sight right now. That was ten people. Which was a lot for just one blender full of smoothies. Elliot gave a small sigh and hunted around for enough cups for everyone. Once he got the ten cups he wrote names, or little nicknames for those he didn't know yet, for everyone using a marker he found. The problem was, everything he wrote down was in his own language. So the others most likely wouldn't understand them anyway. To ensure that no one got confused he drew little pictures of everyone on the cup. Just simple little doodles that were decent enough so that everyone would be able to recognize that it's theirs. He smiled at the work and set all the cups on the counter by the blender. He stayed in the kitchen and watched the blender as it blended everything together.

He heard some more chatting from the living room and looked over. He still didn't know the name of that new girl or that winged girl or even the smaller boy who was in the kitchen with him right now! He noticed Five coming back down and was talking with the others on the couch. He returned to the island where the boy with the bag on his head at. "What's your name? Mine is Elliot! Though I already told you that." He gave a sheepish laugh and watched Five walked back into the kitchen. Now was probably the perfect time to pour out those smoothies!

He scurried over back to the blender and stopped it. He opened it up to make sure no chunks of fruit were left and began pouring everything into the different cups. He tried to make it even and when he was finished he really was able to get about a half cup in each cup. He wished there was more but what could they do. He took a slow sip from his smoothie. It definitely was not as sweet as he liked them to be but it was still sweet for it just being a bunch of fruit and water. He placed his cup down and picked up the cup for the smaller boy. "Here!" He offered and handed the cup to him before getting ready to hand out the others.

Since Five was already heading over and looked quite upset, he was going to let Five pick up his own cup so he wouldn't have to bother him too much. So he found a nice tray and set down all the cups for everyone on the couch. The two new girls, Lero, Hikari, and Ragnarok. Once everything was on the tray he carefully picked it up and began heading to the living room. When he passed by the angry teen he offered a small smile to him. "Um. I made some smoothies for everyone. There's a cup for you too. Your name should be on it...though if you can't read it it should be the one all the way on the left." He said then gave a nod as he kept walking to the couch. Luckily, there was a coffee table by the couch so he was able to sit the try down there.

"Hiya! I made a smoothie and wanted you all to have some! It's not that much but hopefully, it's still good." He hummed before looking over at the new girl. "I'm Elliot, but I think I heard Ragnarok introducing me already. It's nice to meet you." He offered a smile then looked around for the sleeping winged girl who was still sleeping in the corner. He wondered if she would wake up soon. He also had to give Scoripen and the blocky steve their cups. Though maybe he should have someone else give Steve his cup. He wasn't sure if he wanted to try and talk with him by himself. Or at all. Hopefully, all that happened between them was a misunderstanding.

 

[Hahli Nuva]

"Father, help me!"

Hanzo watched as his son struggled to climb up behind him. It had only been their second week of training in the snow covered woods of the village, and already Satoshi was looking for help. At this rate the 15 year old would never be able to stand on his own two legs. Letting out a gruff sigh, he reached down and lifted his son up to plop him down on the heavy branch beside him.

"You are getting complacent again, boy." Hanzo said curtly.

"Hey! Give me a break! I just started climbing trees a few days ago!" Satoshi replied. This got Hanzo to turn and fix him with a burning glare. Satoshi visibly flinched, only for Hanzo to shake his head. "Your enemies will not be so forgiving, Satoshi. You must learn to overcome these small issues or they will be the end of you."

His Father motioned down below, a few feet away on the ground, buried in the snow, was a stuffed practice dummy dressed in old rusted Lin Kuei armor. Hanzo had stripped it from a group of assassins he had encountered a few years ago on one of his many missions for the grandmaster. He needed an outlet for his almost mind consuming rage, but this time it would have to serve as target practice for his son.

"Look, down there. Do you see your enemy?" Hanzo asked. He undid his rope spear from his armor and began to fix it to Satoshi's when he heard the boy give an arrogant laugh.

"Surely you don't mean the old, withered bag of straw you dressed up in Lin Kuei armor, right?" He was about to let out another laugh when Hanzo snapped at him.

"Enough! Pay attention! You want me to train you yet you act like an arrogant ass!"

"Okay, sorry. Yes, I see him."

"Good. Now, you will drop down behind him, thrust your palm forwards and let your rope spear loose until it lands in his back. Then you will pull him towards you and finish him. Do you understand?"

Satoshi gave his father a smirk. "Watch this."

Rope in hand, the young man did as his father asked. Hanzo watched very carefully, analyzing his son's moves and each step he carefully took. Everything was going decent so far until....

"GET OVER HERE!" Satoshi yelled as he popped up from sneaking in the snow, his rope spear flying as it impaled the straw dummy in the back. Satoshi yanked the rope and the dummy flew backwards in his direction, until the boy drew his practice katana and lopped the dummy's head clean off. Satoshi pulled the spear from the dummy's body and urned to face his father.

"Scorpion wins! Fatality!"

Hanzo's right eye twitched in annoyance as he dropped onto the ground, walking over to smack Satoshi upside his head.

"What have I told you about doing that?" he growled.

"I'm just having some fun..." Satoshi said as Hanzo took his weapon back. When he looked to see Hanzo glaring at him, he rolled his eyes.

"Being a Shirai Ryu isn't supposed to be FUN, Satoshi. Yelling out your attacks in front of your enemy and calling yourself foolish nicknames is not what our clan members are supposed to do!"

Satoshi stood in silence as his father scolded him. Hanzo sighed and turned, putting his mask and hood on. "Go home. Tell your mother to prepare dinner. I will return by nightfall."

Hanzo walked off before he could hear a response.

 

[FuzzySheep12]

Riza Azira
Interactions: (anyone in the room, more directed at Bloody_Death (Elliot))

My nose twitches. What's that smell? It's a faint fruity small and I kindof like it. Stretching out I yawn and scratch the itch between my wings. I point to a cup, from across the room, with something in it, "what is that?" I continue to stare and begin seeing the stickers on each cup, was that one mine? It did smell pretty good. "Can I drink it?"

 

[Knight boi]

Alpha
As the utah-raptor was suddenly appeared in a 4 by 4 room the raptor was confused but apparently it was going somewhere , the raptor got up rather quickly as it's 9 cm toe claw clicked on the tiles it roared a might roar quickly alerting all of the other living things,​

 

[Jeef_jones]

Ragnarok
Interacting: Necessity4Fun (Lero) Funnier President (Nya) jump. (Five) Bloody_Death (Elliot)
He shook his head at the fight for survival "Nope! I got stuck there after some people destroyed the town and stuff, trying to travel around...that was a looooong while ago though, or maybe it was a dream! I can't remember" Then he explained the theory on why even though his form was smaller he was heavier then he looked, to which ragnarok actually blankly stared at before something finally clicked for once, one could even see the lightbulb turn on as he got it "Ohhhhh, so your like, compressed into a fox looking thing! At least I think that's what your saying..." then the girl asked where the exit was to which ragnarok chuckled "There is none! at least, I think...I can't really hear any outside noises in here and the windows being fake probably mean we're trapped!" Although it didn't seem like he cared that it seemed like they were stuck. As Five made the out loud comment of eating fox if they ran out of food, Ragnarok shot him a look "That's mean! and also we have the fruits so we don't gotta do that, if anything I'll punch the walls down before that happens" Then it looked like elliot brought over some really colorful and good looking drinks, although ragnarok tilted his head as he approached the table "What's a smoothie?" Although before any reaction could be given, he was already grabbing for the one, taking a sip as he tasted it, and seemingly enjoying it greatly as he started to down the rest of it​

 

[Necessity4Fun]

I don't actually want to die when I think that, I swear!

Jeef_jones , Funnier President

[Nya and Hikari]

, jump.

(And other mentions)​

Ragnarok had gotten a little nod of approval, indicating that his logic was sound, though rather simplified. Oh well, it wasn't as if he could expect everybody to understand his scientific rambles to the letter. He already felt proud of the other enough for even getting it in the first place. The concerns about the dirt blocks and a possible machine to make them were quite interesting as well, though if there had been such a piece of technology involved in that process Lerhw was sure they would have been seen it be used... Unless it was a property of the pocket dimension itself?? Did everything stored in there get turned into cubic shapes on the way out?

"I wondered the same thing...", the Star Animal had replied to the new girl that had forgotten to introduce herself, "They don't seem to crumble out of that shape either, given that I had them in my arms then put them down without a change. Weird technology."

In the kitchen area, Elliot continued interacting with that unusually tiny barefoot kit, his ears twitching at the income of a new voice which he could only assume was the other one's. It seemed that while they could speak, their vocabulary would prove to be lacking, given that the octopi-one had said a huge amount of sentences at this point that had gone completely unanswered. Again, this is why universal translators were useful...! Unless, they just really knew no language at all as of result of a faulty raising. Well, he couldn't say his own had been any better though... Eventually, a noise of machinery echoed from the further area, his ears flopping downwards to muffle the rumble out at the start. What was that all about? It seemed to be slicing something else at incredibly high speeds, an accelerated small blade of sorts. No one was screaming about that, so Lero assumed it was just for practicality's sake rather than a harmful device. Perhaps it was for cooking, or something of that nature.

The new female had then headed upstairs, about the same time Hikari had come sit with the Star Animal at the couch, or well, she had tried to, because it seemed like such an action had set-off the one person Lerhw did not want to bother: Five. The familiar faint scent of aimless leaked energy had been in the air before the other had even shown up, promptly putting the vulpine male alert. Then as the other had completed the jump that fierce heated single metallic note lingered in the room, followed by a harsh, overly grumpy tone of voice, causing Lero to flinch. If Five had tried resting upstairs and not been able to truly relax- Yeah, that'd definitely explain the sharp drop in mood. Maybe he should have tried keeping all their volumes down...

"W-what...?", the white fox' ears had perked back up in shock, tail going still and an expression of disbelief in his face as the small adult suggested eating him, "You wouldn't... actually do something like that...", but as the words seemed to sink in deeper, Lero's ears flopped back down in dismay, "W-would you??"

Despite Ragnarok's reassuring words and Elliot's eventual arrival back from the further space, Lerhw could only accompany Five with his eyes in tense, fearful silence as he moved past all of them and into the same area the cheerful one would come from in a couple of minutes. The shock never truly faded out, with the Star Animal slightly lowering himself, his tail swinging behind him with concern and internal conflict. Lero couldn't even say that he felt betrayed, he had never truly trusted Five enough to make it into such a sensation logically, but it was the closest emotion that he understood that could be compared to such a feeling.

Taking notice of the smoothies but with no motivation left to pursue after it, the arctic fox gloomily stared down at his own paws, in shame, suddenly wishing for the couch to open into a never-ending pit and just swallow him whole to never be seen again- The more he thought about things, the more restless his tail grew, swishing wildly in accordance with his internal turmoil. Had he done anything wrong? Had he failed to provide something- Did his presence alone had become a bother?? Was he getting in the way of something?
It had been the warning, hadn't it? That tone- He should have never used it, it was such a disruption to his usual self; And such a reminder of things he wanted to forget-!

He crumbled down, almost as if the weight of his emotions were trying to suffocate him. It wasn't a gradual descent either, at some point he had just collapsed, suddenly laying down on top of the cushion that deformed under the impact. In his desperation to feel better, he had glanced at the person nearest to him, Hikari, and considered asking to lay on his lap before pulling his gaze back from it. No matter how warm and comforting they were rumored to be, requesting such a thing out of a complete stranger had no justification.

The situation only got more complicated once a mighty roar of an unknown beast echoed from back in the elevator. Lerhw took no risks and immediately curled himself up cowering in fear, covering his muzzle with his paws and tail, trying to pass by a rock or something. Not that rocks would be whimpering or trembling this hard, neither would they be accompanied by orbiting colorful rings rotating around them. But he couldn't help it, he was just terrified. Feeling as if his momentary, depression-fuelled wish to die had by some reason been granted by the cosmos and suddenly regretting ever internally asking for such a thing.

 

[Funnier President]

As Hikaru had sat down on the couch, he was kind of just being awkward there, having no idea what to do. He was just wanting everyone interact, Elliot talking to the small creature with a bag-like head, and Ragnorok with Mystery Girl. As mystery girl went upstairs, Hikaru took a look back in the elevator, to see the distant bed of Steve. Well, he might as well get comfy, and it looked like everyone was happy.

And then of course, Fives had come it, and had been a little- well, he had been a really aggressive boy, and Nya came down soon after, some devious smirk on her face as she carefully watched Fives. Hikaru couldn't care less about what she was planning though, and turned to Lero, who was... well, seemingly depressed. Lero seemed to be trying to curl into himself, and Hikaru gently asked "Hey- you ok? Don't worry about fives, he is just being your typical angsty teen"

The words did nothing to help Lero, seemingly, and he curled into himself. Hikaru didn't know exactly what to do- he would have given Zero a hug, but that might have been awkward and embarrassing for him, so he just stayed by his side, and he heard a loud SPLASH! noise. Started, he turned around to fives dripping wet for some reason. Well, it wasn't his business, and just as he was about to turn around to check on Lero again, a might roar penetrated them

Hikari jumped of the couch, pocket in his hand to pull out the mask, but.... it was a Dinosaur??????? looked over at Ragnork, he silently mouthed "Punch it?"

Nya, Master of Water

As Nya climbed upstairs, she suddenly found the way blocked by a kid, who had seemingly just teleported "Huh... that's honestly coo-" before she could even finish, the kid started to get angsty, and he started speaking. The thing was, Mr I'm-to-emo-to-care-about-you was... watching her weirdly, like someone with battle instincts, she she just looked at him calmly- if this little boy though he could intimidate her, he was wrong! There was still something... older, more aggressive about him though, and before she could even speak, Angsty Teen walked back downstairs, and in a huff, she followed him.

No-one got to speak to her like that! Not her brother, not the other ninja, and certainly Mr angsty over here! With a elaborate sigh, he casually leaned against a wall, pretending to not notice the water sphere she was forming above Angsty head. As she waited for it to get big enough, squid boy came over, and offered her a smoothie. Started by the squid boy, she accident lost control of the water sphere, and it came crashing down on Angsty. Turning around to Squid boy, she took a up, and offered an awkward wave. Then came the Dino-roar

As Nya heard the loud, roar of a predator, she immodestly turned around, to where there... was some kind of baby Dino? whatever it was, it was in the elevator with the maybe-dead man, and she wouldn't allow the Dino to eat him, oh no-no-no looking around, she spotted Sunshine mouthing something to Ragnorok, but that wasn't the main focus. The current thing was, how to control this Dino thing

 

[jump.]

NUMBER FIVE

mood

stressed and depressed, guilty

outfit

here

location

kitchen

tags

Jeef_jones Ragnarok, Bloody_Death Elliot and pretty much everyone in proximity

To say he felt like shit would be an understatement. He felt awful, mentally and physically. Fatigue continued to pull at the edges of his mind, a dull, yet deep ache pulsating through his body. It wasn't a surprise, honestly. He hadn't been in good condition for what, forty five years? Possibly even longer? God... Had his damn shrapnel wound even healed yet? He could still feel it. And it hurt. Everything hurt. He felt like he'd been hit with a damn truck -well, he'd had bricks fall on him, he supposed that was close enough. There was a subtle limp in his step as he pushed forward, back into the kitchen, face pulled tight in discomfort.

Five made a mental note to look for some form of painkillers.

He briefly glanced back towards Ragnarok and Lero as the former made a comment on his earlier remark. He paused in his tracks, stilling for a moment, before emitting a huff. "Yeah well, reality is mean. Get used to it." His remark probably sounded childish, he was more than aware of that. But quite frankly, he didn't care. He felt like shit. He looked like shit. And he was stuck in a situation, that was equally as shit. Narrowed eyes pulled away from Ragnarok as Lero spoke up, focusing upon the fox, instead.

He swallowed thickly, eyes swiftly tearing away to stare at the ground instead.

Shit.

He'd managed to upset the other. Badly, judging from Lero's now dejected appearance. His own hands balled back into fists, feeling his nails dig into the crescent shape grooves he'd previously inflicted upon himself, a tense discomfort rising from beneath his skin. He said nothing to console the fox, didn't bother to speak up, or apologize. He knew he should, he knew damn well he was being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole. Knew that taking his anger out on others wasn't the best approach, especially when said others could easily turn against him.

Making enemies was stupid. He was stupid. All of this was stupid.

Why couldn't things just be simple, for once in his damn life?

He was sick of all this stress.

Elliot passed by as he finally made his return to the kitchen, body acting on autopilot as he drifted over to the countertop where he'd left his banana. He was going to eat the banana, and then return to the bedroom upstairs, so he wouldn't have to bother anyone else, and they wouldn't have to bother him. "Smoothie?" He turned to look back at the island in the centre of the kitchen, eyes landing upon the aforementioned cup, on the far left of the counter, like Elliot said it would be.

He eyed it near cautiously, a brief suspicion passing across his features, before settling into a look of curiosity.

He hadn't had a smoothie before.

He wondered if it would taste nice, if it would provide enough energy for him to at least be able to make spacial jumps again.

...He wondered why Elliot had bothered to make one for him, too.

The banana was left discarded again as Five drifted over to his smoothie, eyes following Elliot as he retreated for a moment, before staring down at the label on the cup. There was a small doodle, next to a line of gibberish which was most likely supposed to be his name. It was a childish drawing, cutesy and lacking in detail, but it was enough to bring a weak smile to his face, gaze softening slightly as he looked back towards Elliot.

He owed him a thanks. And Lero an apology. And everyone else too, probably.

Well, almost everyone else.

He didn't know who, had done it. Or how they'd done it. But his head snapped away from his drink instantaneously, a feral, teeth-baring snarl on his face, eyes darting between each person in confusion, glazed over with anger.

He was drenched.

The water had soaked through to his skin, clothes clinging to him uncomfortably, hair plastered to his forehead, droplets dripping down his face. It was cold. He already felt cold. And he was shivering- or trembling? He couldn't tell. But his hands were shaking, his shoulders were shaking, his legs were shaking. His whole damn body felt like his bones had been liquidized, turned into some crude jelly mixture.

Five didn't say a word. Didn't even know if anyone had noticed, no one seemed to even be looking in his direction. So who the hell did it? Which asshole had decided it would be funny to throw water on him?

He was going to fucking kill them.

"Who?" The teen fell silent as his voice cracked, eyelids squeezing shut as a wave of frustration passed through him, accompanied by a violent shudder. "Who the hell did this?" Eyes darted from person to person, narrowed in distress, frantic and searching. No-one seemed to stand out. No-one looked like they'd even moved. So who was it? He didn't want to point anymore fingers, not after he'd already pissed off the majority of them. Which meant further threats, were also out of the question.

The only person who seemed genuinely scared by him was Lero, anyway. And he'd already caused enough harm towards the fox.

"I don't have spare clothes, you piece of shit."

He had nothing. Nothing.

He was practically powerless, and he hated it.

His volume dropped as he spoke up again, his grip tightened on the cup, knuckles white. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

His chest felt tight. His throat felt tight. It hurt to speak.

He just wanted that damn smoothie. Why'd things always have to get ruined?

"You didn't have to freaking-" He could take a shower, try to warm up that way, lick his wounds while he was at it. He didn't need to freak out over this. He could figure it out. He just needed to find a first aid kit, hopefully some painkillers, and then take a shower. "-I'm sorry."

He'd finish the smoothie. And go find the bathroom.

No, he'd go find the bathroom. And then drink the smoothie there.

He needed to get away from the others. Before he did something stupid. Like snap someone's neck, or cry, or just make everything worse.

coded by reveriee.

Spoiler: mobile friendly version.

To say he felt like shit would be an understatement. He felt awful, mentally and physically. Fatigue continued to pull at the edges of his mind, a dull, yet deep ache pulsating through his body. It wasn't a surprise, honestly. He hadn't been in good condition for what, forty five years? Possibly even longer? God... Had his damn shrapnel wound even healed yet? He could still feel it. And it hurt. Everything hurt. He felt like he'd been hit with a damn truck -well, he'd had bricks fall on him, he supposed that was close enough. There was a subtle limp in his step as he pushed forward, back into the kitchen, face pulled tight in discomfort.

Five made a mental note to look for some form of painkillers.

He briefly glanced back towards Ragnarok and Lero as the former made a comment on his earlier remark. He paused in his tracks, stilling for a moment, before emitting a huff. "Yeah well, reality is mean. Get used to it." His remark probably sounded childish, he was more than aware of that. But quite frankly, he didn't care. He felt like shit. He looked like shit. And he was stuck in a situation, that was equally as shit. Narrowed eyes pulled away from Ragnarok as Lero spoke up, focusing upon the fox, instead.

He swallowed thickly, eyes swiftly tearing away to stare at the ground instead.

Shit.

He'd managed to upset the other. Badly, judging from Lero's now dejected appearance. His own hands balled back into fists, feeling his nails dig into the crescent shape grooves he'd previously inflicted upon himself, a tense discomfort rising from beneath his skin. He said nothing to console the fox, didn't bother to speak up, or apologize. He knew he should, he knew damn well he was being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole. Knew that taking his anger out on others wasn't the best approach, especially when said others could easily turn against him.

Making enemies was stupid. He was stupid. All of this was stupid.

Why couldn't things just be simple, for once in his damn life?

He was sick of all this stress.

Elliot passed by as he finally made his return to the kitchen, body acting on autopilot as he drifted over to the countertop where he'd left his banana. He was going to eat the banana, and then return to the bedroom upstairs, so he wouldn't have to bother anyone else, and they wouldn't have to bother him. "Smoothie?" He turned to look back at the island in the centre of the kitchen, eyes landing upon the aforementioned cup, on the far left of the counter, like Elliot said it would be.

He eyed it near cautiously, a brief suspicion passing across his features, before settling into a look of curiosity.

He hadn't had a smoothie before.

He wondered if it would taste nice, if it would provide enough energy for him to at least be able to make spacial jumps again.

...He wondered why Elliot had bothered to make one for him, too.

The banana was left discarded again as Five drifted over to his smoothie, eyes following Elliot as he retreated for a moment, before staring down at the label on the cup. There was a small doodle, next to a line of gibberish which was most likely supposed to be his name. It was a childish drawing, cutesy and lacking in detail, but it was enough to bring a weak smile to his face, gaze softening slightly as he looked back towards Elliot.

He owed him a thanks. And Lero an apology. And everyone else too, probably.

Well, almost everyone else.

He didn't know who, had done it. Or how they'd done it. But his head snapped away from his drink instantaneously, a feral, teeth-baring snarl on his face, eyes darting between each person in confusion, glazed over with anger.

He was drenched.

The water had soaked through to his skin, clothes clinging to him uncomfortably, hair plastered to his forehead, droplets dripping down his face. It was cold. He already felt cold. And he was shivering- or trembling? He couldn't tell. But his hands were shaking, his shoulders were shaking, his legs were shaking. His whole damn body felt like his bones had been liquidized, turned into some crude jelly mixture.

Five didn't say a word. Didn't even know if anyone had noticed, no one seemed to even be looking in his direction. So who the hell did it? Which asshole had decided it would be funny to throw water on him?

He was going to fucking kill them.

"Who?" The teen fell silent as his voice cracked, eyelids squeezing shut as a wave of frustration passed through him, accompanied by a violent shudder. "Who the hell did this?" Eyes darted from person to person, narrowed in distress, frantic and searching. No-one seemed to stand out. No-one looked like they'd even moved. So who was it? He didn't want to point anymore fingers, not after he'd already pissed off the majority of them. Which meant further threats, were also out of the question.

The only person who seemed genuinely scared by him was Lero, anyway. And he'd already caused enough harm towards the fox.

"I don't have spare clothes, you piece of shit."

He had nothing. Nothing.

He was practically powerless, and he hated it.

His volume dropped as he spoke up again, his grip tightened on the cup, knuckles white. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

His chest felt tight. His throat felt tight. It hurt to speak.

He just wanted that damn smoothie. Why'd things always have to get ruined?

"You didn't have to freaking-" He could take a shower, try to warm up that way, lick his wounds while he was at it. He didn't need to freak out over this. He could figure it out. He just needed to find a first aid kit, hopefully some painkillers, and then take a shower. "-I'm sorry."

He'd finish the smoothie. And go find the bathroom.

No, he'd go find the bathroom. And then drink the smoothie there.

He needed to get away from the others. Before he did something stupid. Like snap someone's neck, or cry, or just make everything worse.

 

[Bloody_Death]

Elliot

Location: The Kitchen
Currently Feeling: Surpsied and Worried

Interactions: jump. (Five) | Necessity4Fun (Lero) | Funnier President (Hikari and Nya) | Jeef_jones (Ragnarok/Steve) | FuzzySheep12 (Riza)

Mentions: Knight boi (Alpha)

Elliot was glad that Five seemed to lighten up just a bit at the news of a smoothie. Though by the way, he questioned him he wasn't sure if the other just didn't know what a smoothie was or if he questioned why he made one. That answer wouldn't matter regardless since it seemed the other was going to drink it anyway.

Elliot stretched after placing the tray down and smiled when the winged girl had woken up. With the uncanny timing that she had, he wondered if she could smell what he was bringing over. Nevertheless, he smiled and nodded as he motioned to the cup that was for her. "Yeah! There's some for everyone so you can take your cup." He mused while picking up the cup fr her and holding it out for her to take. His attention returned to the group on the couch and he noticed that Lero was looking very panicked. And he seemed to be staring down at himself sadly. "What happened, Lero?" He questioned wondering what had made the fox so distressed. He assumed that it had to be something Five said. He couldn't hear what was actually said between the group but the white fox was nowhere near as gloomy prior to the teen's appearance. And his assumptions were proven true when Ragnarok scolded Five for being mean and Hikari commented about Five just being Five.

"I'm sure he didn't mean whatever he said. He looked a bit angrier than usual and people tend to say things they don't mean when they're upset." He tried and reassured hoping that was the case for the teen. Plus, if he really did mean whatever he said everyone else probably wouldn't let him do it.

Hearing Ragnarok mention all the fruits Elliot gave a nervous chuckle. Was he supposed to save those? Cause he totally used all the fruits to be able to make enough smoothies for everyone. But if they got fruit here surely they'll get more from somewhere. He hoped that the smoothies will last for everyone. "Ah! You don't know?" He questioned before laughing when Ragnarok already drank the drink without even knowing what it was. "Smoothies are blended up fruits and, usually, yogurt or milk. But there wasn't any of that here so this is just blended fruit and water. It's still good though, right? Smoothies are usually a lot sweeter than these." He explained but it seemed he had his answer with how quickly the other was downing it.

With two of the five smoothies, he brought over given out he just had to give the other three theirs and he can return and drink his own smoothie. Lero...seemed a bit too upset to drink his and Hikari was there trying to comfort the other. So he set their two cups on the table. "Um. I'll leave these there for you two. But try not to let them sit for too long. They aren't as good when they're warm. Plus...maybe it'll cheer you up a bit Lero. Smoothies often make me feel better when I drink them." He spoke optimistically hoping that his words and the drink can help calm the fox down a bit.

Last on the list was the other new girl. Who actually seemed to walk off before he could notice. He glanced around for her and saw her leaning against the wall and...focusing on something? He followed her line of sight and it seemed to lead right into the kitchen where Five was. Did he upset her as well? But more importantly- what was that orb of water? He wasn't sure what it was but something was looming over Five. Was it another one of the things he could do? He shook his head and approached the girl with her smoothie in hand before flinching a bit when he heard the sound of water spilling in the kitchen.

He was quick to look over and saw that the orb was gone and now the water was all over Five and the kitchen floor. Five was, understandably, upset. Anyone would be when water just suddenly fell on them. But now whatever that orb of water wasn't Five's doing. Then whose was it? He glanced from place to place before looking back at the girl leaning against the wall. "Did you do that?" He questioned her in a whisper so that the others couldn't hear and get even more upset or distressed. He looked back to Five as he questioned who did this and Elliot kept quiet. While he was sure he knew who did it he wasn't 100% sure. So he didn't want to cause a pointless squabble.

The most shocking thing of it all was hearing the teen...apologize? To who? Or was it to everyone in general? He was expecting Five to blow up in anger but it seemed he was more remorseful than anything. He then looked back to the girl who he suspected had done it. "If that was you who did that...you should apologize too. While Five was...really mean at times he technically hasn't done anything to anyone yet. Plus, it seems that he's learned his lesson." He whispered with a small hum before continuing. "Dumping water on someone is a harmless prank though. So hopefully, he won't get too mad at you if you apologize before he finds out you did it." He said in the same whisper before turning back towards the kitchen after handing her the drink. He was going over to ask if Five was okay. It honestly looked like the other was going to collapse at any moment.

He gave a wave to the water girl and headed off to the kitchen. Being careful to not slip, he placed the tray on the counter before looking for some hand or paper towels. There was a nice hand towel hanging on the stove handle and a roll of paper towels on the counter. "Are you okay, Five? You can try and use this towel to dry off...but I don't know what you can do about your clothes. Maybe you can use the heat from the stove? That might burn them though." There was a small sigh from the octopus as he handed the hand towel to Five before starting to lay the paper towels on the floor to clean up the water. He used his foot to push the paper towelrs around to mop of the water and seemed to be able to dry most of the floor up, but suddenly his thoughts were soon put on hold at the sound of a loud roar from the elevator.

He had no idea what he heard but it sounded like some sorta animal or monster. He looked to the elevator...and had no idea what he was looking at. And he couldn't tell if it was angry or not. But it was definitely loud. What kinda animal was that? Was it even an animal? He stared at the 'animal' with a curious look. Did the others know what that thing was?

 

[Hahli Nuva]

Hanzo had only ever met The Grandmaster twice.

The first was when his father was announced as head of the Shirai Ryu clan of assassins. That had been a very long time go, back when Hanzo was but a child, filled with pride at his father and the mighty clan of warriors he was to be a part of one day. Of course, Hanzo had no idea the plans his father had for him then. Which brought Hanzo's memories flooding forth to the second time he would meet the man.

A cold, dead corpse, frozen solid in his broken throne at the head of his grand temple.

Hanzo had been surrounded by snow and ice for the last few miles during his trek to the main town. He knew they were there. The Lin Kuei, assassins and rival clan to his own. They were second only to the Shirai Ryu, but to everyone else, they were indistinguishable from being perfect killers. Hanzo tilted his head briefly to the right, the poison arrow embedding itself into the frozen door as the man crouched low, pulling his black hood over his head and placing his yellow mask on his face. Decked out in full Shirai Ryu gear, Hanzo scanned the forest for the faces of his longtime rivals.

As expected, they descended from the ground, like demons erupting from hell itself to claim his soul. Clad in icy blue and black armor, the five assassins brandishes claws, swords, sickles and various other deadly weapons. Hanzo stood at the entrance of the temple, kicking the body of the dead Grandmaster down the frozen steps. The Lin Kuei assassins tensed as Hanzo glared from under his hood.

"So this is what the 'honorable' Lin Kuei consider negotiating? Killing the Grandmaster?" he growled darkly.

The gathered men remained silent, instead choosing to brandish their weapons. Clearly, they weren't interested in talking or answering any questions. That was fine with Hanzo. He hadn't taken one step before the assassin on his right let out a battle cry, zipping forwards with his sickles. He got about three steps in before Hanzo's rope spear stopped him dead in his tracks. The other four watched their brother fall, and wisely decided to retreat. Hanzo moved to pull his kunai from the dead assassin, only for the body to freeze solid.

Hanzo would leave the temple, making his way back through the cold, frozen forest. He had to figure out why the Lin Kuei killed The Grandmaster. Which Lin Kuei enforcer could it be? Was it Sektor's doing? Smoke's? There was only one way to find out. But first, he would return home and make sure his family was safe. His thoughts were interrupted when an ice spike struck his shoulder, causing him to whirl around and see where it came from. Another man clad in blue armor stood a few feet away from him, but unlike the ones before him, he exuded a freezing mist that froze the very ground he walked on. This was clearly the Lin Kuei champion.

Sub Zero.

The two men stared each other down a few moments, eyes locking and full of judgment. Bi-Han was his real name, and Hanzo had fought him before on many missions. The two had always been equals in combat, but right now it felt as if this would be their last battle.

"Like a moth to the flame, you never cease to annoy me, Hanzo. How pathetic." Bi-Han spat from his position. Hanzo narrowed his eyes and felt the chain of his rope spear fall into his hands.

"Bold words coming from a man with no honor. Tell me, Lin Kuei rat. How weak are you that you attack the innocent? I suppose what little honor you vermin had left died after your brother did." Hanzo sneered.

"You DARE mention Kuai Liang!?"

Bi-Han roared and summoned a ball of ice, which he fired at Hanzo. Hanzo drew his blade and cut the energy bolt in two, though it froze his sword solid. He had his backup sword, which he quickly pulled out to block Bi-Han's strike. The two were deadlocked for a moment, glaring daggers at each other. Then they rushed forwards, swords drawn. The two let out a mighty clash as they battled, each blow countered by years of experience and training. Hanzo and Bi-Han were so evenly matched that neither could land a hit on the other.

"Will there never be peace between us?" Hanzo asked as he blocked a series of jabs from Bi-Han. His answer was a brutal spinning roundhouse kick to the face from his rival. Hanzo spit out some blood after he recovered, ripping a nearby branch off of a tree to slap Bi-Han across the face with it before bashing him on the side of his temple with the other side. As he recovered, Hanzo gathered his rope spear and fire it loose, the sharp edge burying itself deep into Bi-Han's chest plate.

"GET OVER HERE!"

Hanzo yelled as he yanked Bi-Han close before the icy ninja could recover, slamming his fist under the man's jaw with a powerful uppercut punch so hard it knocked Bi-Han out cold as he was launched into the air a few feet and came crashing down into the snow, not moving.

Hanzo fell to his knees, exhausted from the almost three hour fight. His lungs burned from the cold, and his armor and clothing had been broken and tattered with ice and blood. He suffered another coughing fit, spitting out a few droplets of blood onto the snow. As sheer exhaustion overwhelmed him, he could have sworn he heard a woman's scream echo throughout the dead forest.

But for now, all he felt was the cold darkness.

 

[Jeef_jones]

Ragnarok
Interacting: Lero ( Necessity4Fun ) Five ( jump. ) Hikari ( Funnier President ) Raptor ( Knight boi ) Elliot ( Bloody_Death )
As he finished up the smoothie, he looked over to lero and noticed how he...wasn't really drinking his and was more balling up and looking like a fluffly circular pillow. Ragnarok frowned a bit, not really sure why he was so tensed up or nervous, there were good smoothies to drink to not feel that! to which he grabbed the one with lero's label on it, and gently placed it on the couch right next to him "You should drink up! this smoothie thing is pretty great!" to which he also looked over to hikari mouthing punch it in reference to t- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A DINOSAUR??? here??? Ragnarok's jaw was agape as he looked at it, he didn't expect to see something like this here! He waved his hand at Five dismissing his out loud thought of reality being mean "Reality is only mean if you let it be, I'll fuckin die before I get all grumpy over reality sucking like hell." He gave a thumbs up to hikari as he started moving towards the raptor, giving a smile to elliot "I dunno about adding any of that stuff, but it was pretty good!" finally he stood in front of the raptor, hands on his hips as he looked the creature up and down. Most people that had come out hadn't really done anything bad...sure, they sorta yelled a bit, but nobody had killed anybody over something yet right? so then maybe this raptor was also good, although the screech it started off with was kind of loud...So he decided to do what any rational person would do

He slapped the raptor "Hey! your being too loud, and also you might try and kill everyone here, but if you do then I'll make sure to kick your ass enough that you don't do that. So don't, or else" he huffed, as he took a step back and watched what the raptors next move would be, feeling a bit off without his staff, but hey...furniture is as good a weapon as anything!​

 

[FuzzySheep12]

Riza
(Everyone pretty much)

Riza looked around. Well it seemed as tho everyone else had gathered their fruit slush. I walked over and swiftly grabbed the only one with a picture close to me. I started chugging when I choked and coughed. "That's *cough cough* c-colddd" I continue hacking until the coldness leaves my throat. I poke at the cold hard slushish looking stuff. "Is this poison?" I watch as the colored slush gets more soupy on my fingers. "Back in my tribe or group we mixed poisons and concoctions to put on our blowdart tips" I looked around again, well I guess no one died from it yet so.... I bring the cup back to my lips and take a very small sip. It's still very cold, the only other cold thing I knew was snow and ice, they didn't have that here did they? Almost in a whisper "I miss my dart gun"

 

[FolKinPunk]

Alec sat crouched next to his fridge, chugging his chocolate milk from the carton. He finally had all his memories back and was waiting to be brought to the judges. They were going to judge if he was moved to Heaven or sent to Hell. He was absolutely terrified, but he figured he’d get plenty of chocolate milk before he’s probably sent to Hell.

Every new memory coming to him was shocking, he never knew he’d be such a bad person. He grabs onto the sides of his head, clutching the messy hair and pulling slightly.
He covered up a damn murder for Christs sake!

When he woke up in purgatory he never thought he’d have to deal with issues like that. He thought he’d be some boring, average dude. He was anything but.

His stomach hurts, he’d been drinking too much chocolate milk. He’s afraid, so as any other mortal, he wants to hide. He grabs the carton he’d been drinking from and grabs another, and makes his way upstairs.

He hides the cartons in his closet and goes down for more. He’s only got 5, so grabbing the other 3 in his arms wasn’t hard. He places them next to the other cartons. He goes down and looks around his kitchen. There isn’t much else, cups he doesn’t use often, choosing to just drink out of the cartons.

He thinks of his brother, wondering if he survived or not. He was too scared to find out. He shakes his head, trying not to think of it.

Before he can think of anything else- he hears the humming of the elevator running.

It’s probably them he thinks, I need to hide

He quickly runs upstairs as he hears the dink and the start of the doors open. He sprints into his room and hears rummaging around in the cabinets downstairs. He wasn’t sure what the Demons were doing, but he closes his door quietly and gets into his closet with his chocolate milk and sits down.

Scooting closer to the milk and shifts behind some boxes, he opens his milk and continues drinking slowly. He’s shaking, making it hard to drink, and spills some milk on himself.

“Ah, damn…” He murmurs and rubs at it, placing the milk back down.

He wraps his arms around his trembling form to try to calm himself. Rocking back and forth, he hums lowly.

He can hear the Demons below him, messing with his things, talking, sometimes shouting.

He even heard his blender start at one point.

“What… are they…” Alec trailed off, straining to hear through his anxiety.

How long before they come up here for him?
Not long, it was only a few short moments before he heard the Demons coming up the stairs. Alec held tighter and ducked his head between his knees.
Someone made it to his bedroom. They walked in and seemed to pause, taking in the area. Alec couldn’t hear much over the sound of his heartbeat, rushing blood through him. He felt hot, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Maybe he should just appear and let the Demon take him to hell.


He heard the Demon leave but he thought he heard another. He heard talking at one point. He shuffled behind the boxes more every few minutes.

Eventually he shuffled too close, knocking into a box too roughly. Alec’s world seems to shatter as the sound of the box jangles loudly. There must have been something metal in the Box.

“Shit-” He curses and curls up, waiting for what comes next. He hears footsteps coming closer to the closet, hushed voice coming closer. Alec’s eyes start tearing up, covering his ears with his hands.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

...Just, do your worst; I can take it.

Funnier President

[Hikari and Nya]

, jump. , Bloody_Death

(Just proximity/scene tags)​

As nice and comforting as Elliot and Hikari's sentences were trying to be, Lerhw had been way past the point where this sort of straight-forward logic could help... Internally muttering 'I know' repeatedly to himself did nothing but reinforce the idea that everything was being incredibly dumb; That he was being dumb by feeling so strongly about something like that. Pathetic, was it not? To know this much and still be unable to feel any better? The Star Animal definitely thought so, making a scene for so little was nothing but a huge waste of time. Sometimes he wondered if the rest of them didn't have the right idea- If Black Star didn't have the right idea back then, avoiding dealing with complicated painful feelings altogether. Ah, if that too could simply be turned off at the push of a button...

Lero hadn't said anything else to any of them, he didn't think that he had any right to after having called this much unnecessary attention to himself. It wasn't as if he was dying or in need of any medical assistance or something else as important as that... This was stupid. How in the cosmos had he managed to survive this long with such a weak disposition? His only reprieve had been in hearing everybody go attend to their own matters and stop worrying so much about someone who did not deserve any of it.

Hikari had promptly jumped out of the couch, so suddenly that the whole cushioned structure had wobbled and prompted the fox-male to peek from under his paws, wondering what had been up with that. W-wait, they're not planning to confront the beast that roared, are they??! Now filled with concern, Lerhw had jerked his head back up just as quickly, failing to notice what Ragnarok had done before leaving: placed a glass of smoothie directly on top of the cushions. His movement caused all of the cushions to also move, resulting in the liquid splashing off of the cup while somehow not toppling the whole thing itself. It was still not ideal and the Star Animal had almost jumped off of his seat to attempt dealing with the mess but then realized that moving at all would just make it worse, immediately freezing in place instead, holding even his tail forcefully still.

"Well, what do I do now?", was the single thought-line that had rung while there had still been peace.

In the lack of one, two situations had started more or less simultaneously...
From the further kitchen area, a loud violent splashing of liquid had echoed, followed by Five's frustrated and angry tone making the question of 'who'. Just as soon as the arctic fox had glanced that way to assess the situation, he had pulled that same gaze back from there, feeling like flinching again and yet unable to because of the cup resting on top of the cushions. Had someone set up a prank?! Lerhw felt a part of him metaphorically die at the prospect of Five being even more pissed off than he already was; Maybe begging for death had been a more merciful ending- But of course, barely through that problem Ragnarok's voice was also echoing from the opposite end of the room, seemingly lecturing and threatening someone else, which he honestly hoped wasn't the beast from earlier yet actually knew better than to make empty wishes.

Karma had spoken; All of this was way too overwhelming...!

And yet he couldn't move. Even if a lump of emotions trapped inside his throat wanted to be let out in a despairing howl- Making a mess would only make him feel much much worse. Where was he even supposed to run off to?? Upstairs? To hide under a bed or something??? Five's apology cut like a knife. He didn't need it, he felt unworthy of it... 'Don't validate my weakness', why did it have to hurt so much? It wasn't the other's fault, he had been the fool for overreacting to things yet again. Always, always taking everything too personally, both presence of words and the lack of them; 'That's why no one likes you', not even himself, this confusing, ugly, heartbroken mess.

"Don't look at it, don't approach it- Spare me any mercy."

Something about this just had to be wrong.
Lerhw couldn't even muster the energy to say anything back, solely grasping an equivocated conviction of guilt.

"If you are sorry, then what in the cosmos am I??"

 

[jump.]

NUMBER FIVE

mood

is this a breakdown? who knows. but dude needs some damn therapy smh

outfit

here

location

the kitchen.

tags

Bloody_Death Elliot and pretty much anyone in proximity

Five felt numb. It was a familiar feeling, one he'd grown accustomed too throughout his life. A disconnect from reality, a detachment from himself, and the world around him. It wasn't pleasant, but he preferred it to the burning anger, or the mind-numbing pain that often accompanied. It was better than feeling. Anything was better than feeling. Feeling did nothing but hurt.

The smoothie cup shook in his trembling hand, the sloshing of the liquid achingly loud. He found himself wincing at the noise, gaze dropping to stare blankly into the cup, lips pressed into a thin line. He needed to drink it. He needed energy. With energy, he could teleport. He could get out of here, away from everyone else. Away from this, whatever this was. But his body refused to cooperate, refused to even move. He could hear his mind screaming at him to just lift his damn arm, his internal dialogue drowned out the surrounding noise.

He could hear talking, but couldn't process the words. He could see people around him, but couldn't make out their faces.

His mind was screaming, incoherent words and sounds. Anger, that wasn't anger. He didn't feel angry. He didn't feel anything. It was the apocalypse all over again. Forty five years of existing on auto-pilot, of being unable to think or feel, of being unable to do anything but just survive. Fuelled by nothing but the slither of a chance he might get to see his family again. He missed them already. How long had it even been? Thirty minutes? More? Less?

He'd spent most of his life without them. He was self reliant. Independent. He didn't need others.

And yet, just the thought of never returning to his siblings made him feel physically sick.

He set the cup down on the counter, leaning heavily against it, palms pressing against the edges of the surface. He couldn't breathe. His lungs were expanding, but he couldn't breathe. He was choking. There was ash in his mouth, on his tongue, burning his eyes. When had the air become so thick? When had it become so hot?

Absently, he tugged at his tie, yanking it away from his neck, fingers prying open the top buttons of his short in hopes that he could achieve a single breath.

Dad would kill him for this. He wasn't allowed to display weakness. He was supposed to be the best. He was better than everyone else, smarter than everyone else. He was-

...In the kitchen.

"Shit..."

Five finally breathed.

He was in the kitchen. He was drenched. He hurt like a damn bitch. But he was okay. He was fine. He was better than fine. That had been a slip-up, nothing more.

He was fine.

"Define the meaning of 'okay'." His eyes snapped to Elliot, blinking to focus his gaze, words dry and voice hollow. There was a pause as he let his focus drift to towel the other was offering out, staring at it for a moment with suspicion, before taking it from the Octoling's hand. "I'm fine." Another pause, he set the towel down on the counter beside his drink, mirroring Elliot's sigh before stripping off his blazer, discarding the drenched garment with a frown. "Why wouldn't I be? Some asshole just dumped water over my head."

He still didn't know who. And at this moment, he didn't care.

He didn't care at all.

Another sigh escaped his mouth. "I'm fine. I was gonna go take a shower anyway." His eyes drifted to his blazer and tie for a moment, frowning, before shrugging off his sweater-vest as well, setting it atop the small pile of wet clothes. He picked up his drink. "Though, I planned to use hot water." Although, he had to admit, the cold was somewhat soothing, to his injuries, at least. He was fairly certain he had a busted rib or two, possibly had a concussion and possibly torn his stitches. He felt like shit, but he was still standing, so he didn't really care about the details.

A mental note was made to find some ice, alongside some painkillers.

And Jesus what the hell was Ragnarok yelling about?

He was half-tempted to chug the smoothie and just teleport over to see just what the hell was going on. But that would be a waste of energy. And he needed his energy to get to the bathroom, and out of sight of everyone else. Besides, it seemed as if Ragnarok had the situation under control. And if he didn't, Five wasn't going to complain if he died.

He had more important things to worry about, anyway. Such as getting his damn headache under control.

"If any of you actually have any observational skills-" Pause. Five winced at the volume of his own voice. "-I don't suppose anyone has seen any painkillers lying around?"

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Five felt numb. It was a familiar feeling, one he'd grown accustomed too throughout his life. A disconnect from reality, a detachment from himself, and the world around him. It wasn't pleasant, but he preferred it to the burning anger, or the mind-numbing pain that often accompanied. It was better than feeling. Anything was better than feeling. Feeling did nothing but hurt.

The smoothie cup shook in his trembling hand, the sloshing of the liquid achingly loud. He found himself wincing at the noise, gaze dropping to stare blankly into the cup, lips pressed into a thin line. He needed to drink it. He needed energy. With energy, he could teleport. He could get out of here, away from everyone else. Away from this, whatever this was. But his body refused to cooperate, refused to even move. He could hear his mind screaming at him to just lift his damn arm, his internal dialogue drowned out the surrounding noise.

He could hear talking, but couldn't process the words. He could see people around him, but couldn't make out their faces.

His mind was screaming, incoherent words and sounds. Anger, that wasn't anger. He didn't feel angry. He didn't feel anything. It was the apocalypse all over again. Forty five years of existing on auto-pilot, of being unable to think or feel, of being unable to do anything but just survive. Fuelled by nothing but the slither of a chance he might get to see his family again. He missed them already. How long had it even been? Thirty minutes? More? Less?

He'd spent most of his life without them. He was self reliant. Independent. He didn't need others.

And yet, just the thought of never returning to his siblings made him feel physically sick.

He set the cup down on the counter, leaning heavily against it, palms pressing against the edges of the surface. He couldn't breathe. His lungs were expanding, but he couldn't breathe. He was choking. There was ash in his mouth, on his tongue, burning his eyes. When had the air become so thick? When had it become so hot?

Absently, he tugged at his tie, yanking it away from his neck, fingers prying open the top buttons of his short in hopes that he could achieve a single breath.

Dad would kill him for this. He wasn't allowed to display weakness. He was supposed to be the best. He was better than everyone else, smarter than everyone else. He was-

...In the kitchen.

"Shit..."

Five finally breathed.

He was in the kitchen. He was drenched. He hurt like a damn bitch. But he was okay. He was fine. He was better than fine. That had been a slip-up, nothing more.

He was fine.

"Define the meaning of 'okay'." His eyes snapped to Elliot, blinking to focus his gaze, words dry and voice hollow. There was a pause as he let his focus drift to towel the other was offering out, staring at it for a moment with suspicion, before taking it from the Octoling's hand. "I'm fine." Another pause, he set the towel down on the counter beside his drink, mirroring Elliot's sigh before stripping off his blazer, discarding the drenched garment with a frown. "Why wouldn't I be? Some asshole just dumped water over my head."

He still didn't know who. And at this moment, he didn't care.

He didn't care at all.

Another sigh escaped his mouth. "I'm fine. I was gonna go take a shower anyway." His eyes drifted to his blazer and tie for a moment, frowning, before shrugging off his sweater-vest as well, setting it atop the small pile of wet clothes. He picked up his drink. "Though, I planned to use hot water." Although, he had to admit, the cold was somewhat soothing, to his injuries, at least. He was fairly certain he had a busted rib or two, possibly had a concussion and possibly torn his stitches. He felt like shit, but he was still standing, so he didn't really care about the details.

A mental note was made to find some ice, alongside some painkillers.

And Jesus what the hell was Ragnarok yelling about?

He was half-tempted to chug the smoothie and just teleport over to see just what the hell was going on. But that would be a waste of energy. And he needed his energy to get to the bathroom, and out of sight of everyone else. Besides, it seemed as if Ragnarok had the situation under control. And if he didn't, Five wasn't going to complain if he died.

He had more important things to worry about, anyway. Such as getting his damn headache under control.

"If any of you actually have any observational skills-" Pause. Five winced at the volume of his own voice. "-I don't suppose anyone has seen any painkillers lying around?"

 

[FuzzySheep12]

Riza

I notice that there is an open spot on the couch and grab the cup before i plop down next to the fox. "Sooo. Hi," I point to my drink, "this is veryyyy cold" I point to there's. "Yours is also very cold" I look for a place to set it eventually deciding to set it on the floor. "So where did you come from?" I intend to try and start some kind of conversation with someone atleast and here's my chance.