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When Lucistic had first awoken on the strange land he had been buried under a thin layer of sand that had brushed over his body while he had been unconscious. It was the same story for everyone, they just woke up here. Not that he had crossed paths with anyone to know that he was not the only human in existence. Another similarity he didn't know he shared with everyone else was the lack of memories. He had none outside of the basics, including his name.
That was a while back though, today he had reached the end of the desert and into the desert village made up of dry grass and sparse trees. But more than that he had found the castle and with it the throne. Which was exactly where he decided to hangout, lounging his legs across the armrests of the chair. After all, as far as he knew, no one else existed in these lands so to him, he was the king of nothing. "Bored, bored, bored," He sang as he jabbed a jagged woodchip curiously into his finger, watching as it poked, bled, and twitched. Pain seemed to be the only interesting thing that happened around here, which happened to be his own suffering.
Pine had absolutely no idea where he was, barely a clue who he was, and frankly, the tan, gangly man had little to his name besides an absurdly formal dark brown suit that seemed too good for an amnesiac, with a flashy red silk scarf, a pretentious monocle, and the sheer ★ audacity ★.
And that audacity was precisely what led him to open his mouth. "I think you're on my throne." Pine sneered, the tall stranger crossing his arms as he looked down his nose at the person before him. This absolutely wasn't his castle nor his kingdom, but that didn't matter, Pine called dibs the moment he saw it. Which, even thought Luc couldn't know that, he ought to respect.
"Ain't no such thing as thrones here," came another voice, gravelly and thoroughly unamused. A tall, spider-ey man with sandy hair and a nice pair of sunglasses stood a short distance away, carrying a double-barreled shotgun with both hands. "Round here, everyone's equal." He paused. "I think. I actually don't remember much, so maybe there is. But from now on I'm sayin' there ain't."
Yeah, Pinesimmer wasn't about to deal with anyone with a gun, and pointedly stepped BEHIND Luc, so as to not get shot, hopefully. "If you're so sure there isn't a throne, I guess you can leave then. You existence is absolutely unnecessary." Pine adjusted his monocle annoyingly.
A new foe appeared. A slender yet somehow muscular, tall, extremely pale, white-haired woman with piercing eyes. "You're in my castle," she said, deadpanned, as she gripped Pine by his ankles, scooped him up, and swung him like Mario does to Bowser in Super Mario 64™ into Lucistic as Cradlegrave's bullets made impact.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 10, 2021 21:20:02 GMT -5
Goldenphantom rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The more she walked, the more questions she had. Who even was she before waking up on this island? All she remembered was her name and one other's. Fia. But, who was that? Would Golden know when they saw them or would she die before she could find out. The sound of gunshots and OOFs like Mario caught her attention, and she approached to find a group huddled around one figure. Split ends tickled her shoulders as she approached the group, gripping onto the knife she didn't even realize she had. This guy was barely clinging to life, best to just end it. No one seemed to get in her way as she sunk the blade into Lucistic's flesh like stabbing a cursed sword into the ground.
"Well, that went off without a hitch," commented Dancing, watching idly as Lucistic bled out. She turned to the others. "So, wanna rock-paper-scissors for the throne?"
Post by Honeystorm on May 11, 2021 18:12:53 GMT -5
"What the-" Pinesimmer dropped to the ground almost comically after being used as essentially a bat to hit the tom with. He scrambled back to his feet, the monocle having left a thin red circle around his right eye, one that was sure to leave him with a black eye in a few hours. "NO, I CALLED IT FIRST." As if to demonstrate his point, he shoved Luc's body away from the now bloody throne, sitting himself on top of his and crossing his arms childishly.
"Wait, I came here to make sure no one was tryin' to lay claim over an entire area," Cradlegrave frowned. "I thought shootin' that guy would've put more sense into you or something. Do I need to use this thing again?"
