SSFW IV - Round 3 "Capture the Fortress"

[Judge of Power]

We know some of you had the concern of not receiving your own scores, and we will get them to you by the end of this round, but we are only giving progress reports once in a blue moon, because it is time-consuming. So in a word, stop your whining about everything and just play the damn game, okay?

Round 3:

The Ghost Town is an abandoned Mid-West Town with a dark past. When it was abandoned mass murders took place on the premises and now, whenever night falls over the town, horrible dark spirits and monsters haunt the peaceful area. They search for souls to feast on and cannot be destroyed.

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Objective: Listen up, cause I'm not repeating it. Each of your teams holds a fortress inside the town, the goal is to capture other teams, while keeping track of your own. Once you capture someone's fort, all of their previous capturings and team members become yours. The Goal is to capture as many forts as you can and keep your own while you at it.

In order to capture someone's post, you must secure their flag. If they do not post within 12 hours of your flag-napping, then you have succeeded. 12 hours is it, no minute/second more.

Hallowed Allies: Saloon
Leia's Buns: Sheriffs Jail
New World Order: Market Place
Warriors of Tomorrow: Inn
The Endless: Gallows
A.S.W.: Stables
Equinox Egorapter: Goods Shop
Team 4: Town Square
Team 1: Court House
Team 2: Train Station

Good Luck, and have fun!

[Xuan]

Tak. Tak. Tak. Tak. The sound of dripping water slowly woke up a freezing brain. Attempting to move, Luke Skywalker first wriggled his fingers, then tested his range of freedom, unconsciously deciding that he was not tied up in anyway that will constrict his movements. A small touch was all that's need to ensure his lightsaber is in place.

He opened his eyes and took in the new surroundings like a man. Silent, calm, adventurous, strong-spirited and with guts.

This is getting ridiculous by the second. "By the second, dammit!" uttered the frustated warrior.

Directly in front of him is a row of iron barred cells, each of them the size of a miniature toilet not enough for a person to squirm without grunting. Each and every room were chained a long dead corpse in the exact same position as the other, and the state of decomposition was horrifying. Nails had been hammered into crotches, ribs were forcefully pulled apart by steel bars, and the poor souls' legs... None of them had legs.

This is no war zone, and yet Luke could feel impervious evil emmited from every corner of the room, so terribly strong that for a moment his world dimmed.

Shocked and disbelieving to the core Luke Skywalker steadied himself with a tight grip on his heart and right swing of his lightsaber towards the offending creature. For an instance he was completely absorbed and strangely fascinated by evil, entranced as if seized away his soul, he nearly fell into a death trap. Ugh, I've forgotten about the last thing! The thought drifted incomprehensibly through his mind as he leaped and darted across the small area, then finally understood that the one corpse lacking and now with it's split skull trying to kill him, was the dead jail guard whose body should've been on the chair next to a wooden table.

His first stroke at the dead-brought-alive burned the remainings into scattered ashes, it's bony jaw shrieking as if in pain. But Luke Skywalker knew different, his head was screaming harder and the Force tightened stronger in attempt to protect him. But he can't run! There are people here, people that are important to his cause, people close to his heart! Lying face first on the ground near the first cell to his left was the strange ally, a woman whose strength enables her to go completely invisible. Dangling on the fans ("How on earth did he get there?" the adult couldn't help but chuckle a little) was Master Yoda, the short greenish creature whose swordplay and Force power outmatch every single Jedi in the galaxy except him.

I have to protect them, Luke protested against his instincts, I must defend those lives in danger! A well of power surged into his palm as he slashed once against at the enemy, burning more and more of its physical shell until Luke finally realized that he was worsening the situation: His lightsaber was burning the body rapidly, the only way to pinpoint the maddened spirit's direct location. Once it was all gone he would not be able to see it at all!

Force exited from the pores of his skin and reached out for the table and chair. Reusing the old yet effective Force Push, he gave in to the joy of one, singing in his heart the way of the Jedi and crushed the spirit on two sides. Wood splintered and exploded to everywhere.

Luke sensed with growing fright that the spirit was completely unharmed, but... It's going away, Luke thought with a start, where is it going? He turned his head to stare at the two lying figures. A second later he decided that he would pursue the ghost from behind, and see where it would lead, perhaps a way to escape? He would always be linked with Master Yoda through the Force, so there's no need to worry about the distance between them. The girl seemed to be working freelance even though they are allies, and that was fine.

He alleviated his neck and saw mad scribblings that he had missed before on the ceiling. The adult frowned, "How did I miss this?" And it went deeper, turmoil emotions in rage when he find himself understanding the sentences too well.

Capture the fort, capture the players, and win you may, but not your freedom. The game has just begun.

"A game, huh?" His anger was so strong that it was impossible to hold, and so he screamed, "Playing with people's lives is not a game! I... will stop you!" It was a sworn oath: Should he fail, he will die, that's the least he expect. So he will win... Along with everyone else.

But for now...

With light, gravity defying steps he raced outside after the invisible haunt, sensing it's course only with the Force. Ten minutes later, he arrived to a building which has the gigantic board saying, "Da Saloon!" on top of it. The doors were two rotten swinging boards and no light within the compound. A miniature flag hung limply on a straight pole sticked upright just beside the right wall.

Here goes nothing, Luke took a deep breath and grabbed the flag, pulling it out of the ground and stuffing it into his robes.

[Wzrdto25]

Maka and Soul materialized in an area that looked like a bar setting. She sensed something out of the ordinary and jumped up. She looked around the bar was empty and left out drinks were tossed to the side, collecting dust. As she walked the floor creaked below her and she felt a thin layer fill the room with a dark echo. She knew something had gone wrong immediately, there was a hint of death in the atmosphere. Sniffing with one of her nostrils she got a hint of dust her nose and she sneezed. Immediately Maka shot into battle-mode, not knowing what could possible happen in a place like this. She appeared in the back-end of the large bar and walked toward the front, examining the shelves filled with whiskey. Suddenly a note rang through the building, whispered to her softly. Do not let those who try to steal your flag accomplish their task. Maka's spine went rigid and she stood up straight. Soul appeared at her side, from a delayed travel and immediately she shouted for him to transform. She jumped over the bar tables and stools and shot through the front window. She hit the ground with a thud and rolled to stop most of the pain. Looking back she found her target, a man standing in his robes, the flag sticking out, just visible below his chest. Maka reacted quickly, cutting off his path.

"You won't make it out of here alive" she grabbed the Flag back quickly and ran up the stairs to the second story. She kicked a table in front of the door and slipped the flag into her front pocket. "Well Soul, we're in for a bumpy ride." Soul smirked. "Couldn't ask for anything more." Soul shot from her arm and helps her board up the windows. "Go away, you're not getting this flag."

[Sora The Hero]

A crisp dust wind blew by Vegeta's face, within the blink of an eye, he had once again been teleported. This time it seemed, to an old Western town in the middle of the desert. He looked around at his area, and noticed he was in some kind of grocery store, a sign at the top of the door telling him it was a "Goods Store". He turned behind him to say his 3 team members, but he could not bear to look in their faces, and turned around once more. He looked down and saw that he had returned to normal, his Ki was back around the same power level. It seemed whoever was controlling this game had restored his power.

With a faint curiosity, he began to wander around, noticing peaches and apples in jars, ropes and barrels which gave off a faint scent of alcohol. The prince looked out the window, only seeing dirt and other buildings, that seemed as dead as the town. It seemed that this team was alone.

He began to wonder about the objective. Were they going to be attacked? Was there some kind of object that needed to be found, if this was so, he hoped not to fail as he had in the first round. As if to answer the Saiyan's question, a letter flew into the window, landing on the counter of the store. Vegeta looked at his three teammates, then responded "Well? Are you going to open it, or what?"

[Axel never dies]

Black WarGraymon opened his eyes and was someplace else. "Huh? So this is were that portal brought me to." He thought as he picked himself up. "This place is different I feel energy...every where." He thought as he looked around and found himself covered in dust along with a table that looked a lot like a sales market. "A market what is that about?" He thought as he began to look around.

Tables were broken and chairs as well. "What a wreck. Have I cause this?" He thought as he soon came to a closet. "What's in here?" He said as he opened the closet. It made a sound like as if it were a rocking chair. Slowly he opened the door all the way. A pole stood there with a flag. He gasped as he saw the symbol on it. "It cant be," It had three letters on it. 'N.W.O'Fallowed by a sun like shape on the top of it. "but it is the sun." He said as he looked at his shield like hands and saw the same symbol. "I must protect this from anyone that dose not obey the order of the sun." He thought as he stood in front of it guarding it as if it were his job not to let it get out from his sight.

Black WarGraymon was ready for any unwelcome guest that were ready to come in and try to take it away from him. His claws were ready to slice any one who provocative him.

[Yellow Flash]

Peter slowly awoke, as his eyes blinked open. The last thing he remembered was watching the other ship cross the finish line in front of them. But apparently he had still survived. I wonder where I am... Peter asked himself as he pulled himself of the rough, hard floor and looked around. It seemed that he had appeared in a small market place in the middle of somewhere. Peter walked around the market place and looked out into the street; he saw a massive desert in the distance and cluttered around a noose swaying from a tree in the middle of the town, were many different shops and places of differencing colours. Peter was about to ask himself what they were here for, when he turned around and spotted a massive creature holding a grey flag in the middle of the market place where he had arrived.

He slowly walked over to the flag ignorning the creature and looked at it critically, as he looked at it a message started scrolling across it. Welcome to a capture the flag....capture your opponents flags to win...but keep your own safe... The message continued to scroll across the grey flag continually as Peter read it. His mind raced as he looked outside into the street again and recognized the different coloured shops and places as actual basses of different teams. Peter turned around and noticed on the floor the young boy in blue armour that he had fought with before. He quickly turned to the creature and wondered.

My team?... He turned to the massive beast and spoke towards him. "Who are you?...and are you on my team?" He asked outloud as he paced around the marketplace. . He wanted to get out there and start stealing some of his opponent’s flags, but he realized that he could not leave his own flag unguarded. He had to wait till this creature responded to him and the young blue boy woke up. Again he was hindered by a team, again he was pulled down by other people when he could win this competition so easily, the competitive part of his mind thought. But he could never do that, his nature wouldn’t let him abandon people he could help or save.

As he waited for the beast to respond to him, he looked out at the street at again. He was surprised to see, two people fighting over a flag in front of a place called “Da Saloon” One of them quickly grabbed the flag and ran up the stairs, it looked like a female. People are already up?... Peter wondered as he looked back at his slumbering team member and the beast. "We should get started...." He muttered

[Sora-Keyblade]

"And yet another place."


Ocelot took a chair from his nearest and used it to his advantage, the advantage of restraining his nerves and taking his time to think, as his existence to such places would be the most suitable question to answer. He watched the sunset from the second window of the shop, questioning the realism of the environment he is in. "Why this place?", he sighed. "The only way this place could get any worse is if anyone would come in with a dreadful look at their face."

Ocelot used his force to push himself towards the next room for any "visitors", drawing his hands towards his .45s as he took step by step. He had a deep breath before he opened the door slowly, pulling out the right revolver in front of his face, inspecting the room as he touched the other revolver.

Suddenly, all of his tension and pressure dropped, for there never existed a being in the first place. "My, my. Does this place need some residents...and some air freshners." He commented, as he put his colts back to their cages.

[HappyHeartless]

Delirium stumbled clumsily into a brand new setting and nearly fell over. Steadying herself she looked around carefully, confused at how she had been buried in cream last time she remembered. Now she was here, a dark and sinister place with several gallows stationed around in no particular order. She took a step forward but was so busy looking everywhere that she failed to notice she was standing on the ledge of one of the gallows, and down went Delirium, red hair and all.

She bumped her knees into the soft earth below and scraped the palms of her hand. She looked at them and saw several stripes of red that was carved into her otherwise pale skin. Smiling, she blew softly at her palms and the red lines disappeared, making her skin as smooth as it had been before. As she stood up she noticed something she hadn’t seen earlier, and it was very close by. It was a flag and a clean one nonetheless. Compared to everything else in this damp and stark place it looked like it was placed here to serve a purpose she couldn’t quite figure out, but the neat flag drew Delirium towards it.

Reaching out she touched the fabric mounted to the flagpole, and immediately she got the feeling that a thought had buried itself in her mind. Implanted itself on a permanent spot where it wouldn’t leave until she had heeded it, and the thought expressed itself through Deliriums mouth.

”YoUr tEaM… mUSt hOld tHiS flAg; prOtEcT iT, wHiLe yOu cAptUre otHeRs tHaT yOu wiLl fiNd…”
She stood completely still for a few moments, staring blankly in the air, and then she lifted her left hand and slapped herself across the mouth.
”sHuT uP yOU!”

Now she was pointing at herself with an angry expression on her face, but regardless of her feelings towards what just happened she had understood the message. She had to find other flags and take them, while she also had to protect the one she was next to right now. She had to be two places at once.
She raised her right hand and started stroking her chin and twisting parts of her hair.

”jUst hOw aM I sUppOsEd tO dO that?!” she yelled out, sounding annoyed. ”dO yOu kNoW?” she asked, and turned to her right where an identical copy of Delirium appeared out of thin air.
”bEatS mE!” the Delirium copy replied, and then both started laughing, clutching their stomachs and shaking wildly.

The real Delirium started running away from the gallows while the Delirium copy walked over to the flag and sat down by one of the nearby gallows, her back resting towards it. The real Delirium didn’t quite know where to go, but she knew how she would find out. Her body transformed as quickly as it always did, as her human form was replaced by a feathery one with wings. The dark, cloudy sky called for a black form, and like earlier she took on the form of a raven. She flapped her wings a few times then shot to the skies, her sharp raven eyes scanning the area below as even the gallows became but a speck in her sight.

After a few moments of flight she saw several large houses forming a large circle, and in the middle of the circle was another flag. It was a town square. Pleased she flapped her wings and set her course for the flag, and it didn’t take long before she landed right next to it. Her form grew and the feathers disappeared, being replaced by pale skin, human limbs and red hair. Delirium scratched her head and looked around. She then started whistling while walking to the flag before her with her arms behind her back, looking as innocent as she possibly could. With a sudden motion she swung her hand and grabbed the flag, then held it out triumphantly in the air.
”GotChA!”

She looked around but didn’t see anyone, and then she held on to the town square flag and ran back towards the direction of the gallows while communicating with her copy.
What they were saying to each other none could tell, but they were both laughing silently, like kids performing a clever prank.

[Xuan]

"Well, I supposed nothing goes too smoothly." With a slight smile he winked at the strange female - Was that a man? No... A man, yet no flesh. A spirit? A soul? - and extended his arms. This is turning out to be an all out battle for some small piece of cloth, and he's not going to let this slip away without a fight.

"... Wait, scratch that, I'm going to take this away with a fight." Again the Force rose to his summons as invisible threads of power clung on to the woman and man, holding them still. Actually he couldn't catch the man since he's without substance, but this was not a double team. It is an assist in which the woman directly uses the spirit's strength to attack, and so Soul probably should have no hold of reality alone.

Like a slippery snake the flag forcefully teared itself out of the woman's pocket and flew at his direction. Immediately he turned back and began to run with the Force underneath his steps and snatched out of thin air and without looking, his prize. The enemy was a hard one to approach let alone fight, the cat and mouse game would be played full time until Luke won.

Victory in hand he whipped out his lightsaber and propelled towards his stronghold, the jail. It wasn't a pleasant thought but Master Yoda was there, and so was the mysterious woman. Both are fighters, but Luke suspected that if it comes to playing dirty, the girl would stand a bigger chance. Much, much bigger than he and Yoda who will always play along with the code of the Jedi.

Suddenly he realized that he has lost the ghost's trail, the one that so ferociously attacked and close to finish him, and it was no comfort. But at least, it wasn't close. Else I would've sensed it - I hope.

[Wzrdto25]

Maka and Soul shuddered as the force went through them but Soul remained untouched. Maka cursed inside her head and Soul smirked as well laughing. "You know Maka, this isn't going to be easy to hold up to?" Maka nodded and laughed too, a good spirit flowing through her. She put on her game face, slapping bar stools out of the way and aiming at her prey. She slid down the stairs, right on his tail. She gasped as he sped away but she was able to maintain her speed as well. Grabbing Soul she managed to catch him, pulling the Flag out of his pocket she slapped her butt and yelled. "Can't touch this." She danced away viciously and twirled on her feet. Once again she danced toward the saloon and pulled away victory. This time, she safely tucked it in her pocket and buttoned it closed. She was heading back to the Saloon when she smirked and hid down and alley, waiting for him to pass. She slid in through the back entrance, she pulled herself to the side of the bar where no one would catch her and slid down to a crotch. She was laughing but held it in safely. Inside her head she was gloating. She rolled underneath the counter so no one would catch her and safely tucked herself below the corner so that no one even catch her at a glimpse. She was smart, she covered her aura and slid invisibly back, making herself an invisible ghost to all who would search for her.

Soul got up and smirked, he was without his master and was loving every minute of it. He was smart, he had handed Maka a broom and slipped away, she knew of it and was trying to trick the man. Slipping through the town unnoticed he appeared outside the Jail, laughing he slid inside safely and plucked the flag from its post. "Let's see you protect your own team's flag AND come after us." He took off through the town and made his way safely to the edge of town where he could hide. Smiling he tucked himself in an a gutter just outside the office and hid himself, guarding his presence with Soul magic. The only person who could find him would be Maka, and she would not give up the flag until he yielded. Maka would wait until he stepped into the Saloon, then she smiled, sending him a mind message, straight to him. "You can try to take this flag, you won't succeed, but be forewarned, I have your flag as well. Your choice."

[Sora's Shadow]

Shikamaru groaned as he felt the the chilly breeze. He grimaced as he took a look around his new environment. He was inside what appeared to be a train station. Water was dripping through the ceilings, and as he looked up, he saw a message written in blood.

"Protect your flag, like we failed to do so, and get your enemy's least you wont survive in this hell.

Shikamaru shivered and looked for said flag. It stood proudly in the middle of the train station and he moved to acquire it. Once it was safe in his flak jacket, Shikamaru left the Train Station, making sure he remembered the way back. It was dark, the moon shining brightly as if trying to help him find his way. Shikamaru brandished on of his ever-depleting kunai and held the hilt hard, his knuckles turning white.

He was tense, wary for any movement. He knew he could be attacked at any time and so, he moved cautiously. He made his way to a building, the sign above indication it was the Court House. He felt nothing inside and he entered, cautious, to check the place out. There, in the middle, was a flag.

Throwing all caution to the wind, he went forwards to retrieve and he felt him self being pushed back. In front of the flag swayed a spetral figure, a ghost and it bellowed angrily. "GeT awAY From mY fLag!"

[ZombiGirl]

One more, Amaterasu felt that strange, now almost familiar feeling of melting into a deep sleep. The strange sea faded as she felt her tired eyelids drooping.

Dozing gently on a surprisingly soft surface, she heard in the back oh her mind;

Capture the flags, protect your own. That is the challenge.

Stirring at the strange address, Ammy felt something scratching her nose. And, was that the familiar smell of...horses? Yawning, she blinked herself awake, and stood up tentatively. She found herself in a small wooden shack, the wall hung with riding paraphenelia, and the floor strewn with straw and hay. There were no horses, but she was surprised to see Neku on the floor beside her, seemingly unharmed. She nudged his hand gently with her nose, but he still seemed to be asleep for the time being.

Next to him was their flag, bright red, and drooping sadly due to the lack of breeze. She stared at it thoughtfully. They had to protect this one, and capture others. Quickly, she trotted into the dusty streets, and puzzled by it.

This place had been a town, but not like a kind she had been before; the houses looked unlived in and unkept, and broken wagons were left to rot in the middle of the road. There was something else, here too; restless spirits. She could feel them peering at her through their cracked, musty windows, but she ignored them.

She walked with pace, eager to find a flag. It didn't take her long;
She spotted a "General Store" as the sign had announced. The door was wide open. Looking inside, the flag was in plain view, almost beckoning to her. However, she could smell people inside. Breathing deeply, she gathered her courage, and sprinted through the door, snatching the flag, and turned tail and running the way she had come.

Kicking up dust clouds behind her, she didn't check to see if she had been spotted, praying with her her heart that she had got away.

[4thkeybladeholder]

The town was perfect, a place where darkness flowed out, everywhere, from anything imaginable. What's more, is that Rex felt completely natural here. So much anger, fear, and death mingled with one another that he could taste it on the tip of tongue. The aroma was intoxicating, Rex began to weave, zig-zagging in excitement. He needed prey, regardless of what it was. Human or beast, he needed blood. The necessity of it burned him, and so he picked up the first trail he could find, running straight towards the scent.

His body slowly began to grow that black shell of skin again, the acrid smell of burnt skin still clinging to his frame from the last time. His eyes burned with desire once more, turning a devilish red as the trail grew more and more strong as he gained upon his dinner. He saw the beast, ambling slowly, weaving. It was a grotesque creature, formed of different bodies most likely found dead along these streets. It was constantly putting out a slow grunt, as if in pain.

Rex growled slowly, quietly so as not to alarm it. Then he dashed faster, using all his limbs to do so. The dreadful monster turned around much to late, showing the decomposing face of a boy, forever having the face of terror on what remained of his expression. The sight didn't even make him lose momentum. The Darkling was all he was, and it was the Darkling that threw the beast to the ground, slashing once at his neck for a quick, sufficient kill. The dark blood poured out, and Rex did what hunters do after they kill. He feasted.

When he had his fill, he got up slowly, savoring what was left of the delicate taste. He looked upon the road in front of him, and growled as the scent of a human came to his nose. In front of him was what seemed to be a stable, and the ripe smell of horse dung came to him. He already knew no horses were in there, but that didn't matter. There was human prey awaiting him.

He walked slowly, anticipation stirring within him. His claws grew another inch, showing just what he was feeling. They were caked in dried blood, as well. He walked into the stables easily, for he could hear the slow breathing of sleep. Easy prey.

It was a boy, next to him a flag, burning red. It whispered to him, the same kind of whisper that the Ancients used to make him feel desire. He roared loudly at it, feeling his lungs push out all the air they could. This whisper was unfamiliar, somehow, and he didn't like it. He stared at the lonely flag, his mind tearing itself apart over the choices before him. He could rip apart the flag in an attempt to get rid of the intrusion of his mind, and feast on the boy, or he could listen to the whispers... What did they say?

Take me with you... I can be of use... Prey will come to you if you take this flag... You will feast like a king.

He stood, growling in lower volume now, as manipulation fixed around his mind. Rex shook his head in an attempt to get the voice out of his head, but it was no use. Grabbing the flag, it began to form with the darkness that was inside of him. His skin writhed, opening, and the flag grew into his chest, his darkling armor molding over it. He turned away from the boy, still being fed thoughts from the flag. He walked out, breathing in fresh scents of prey, as if holding the flag opened up even more possibilities of hunts.

[ZombiGirl]

The town was perfect, a place where darkness flowed out, everywhere, from anything imaginable. What's more, is that Rex felt completely natural here. So much anger, fear, and death mingled with one another that he could taste it on the tip of tongue. The aroma was intoxicating, Rex began to weave, zig-zagging in excitement. He needed prey, regardless of what it was. Human or beast, he needed blood. The necessity of it burned him, and so he picked up the first trail he could find, running straight towards the scent.

His body slowly began to grow that black shell of skin again, the acrid smell of burnt skin still clinging to his frame from the last time. His eyes burned with desire once more, turning a devilish red as the trail grew more and more strong as he gained upon his dinner. He saw the beast, ambling slowly, weaving. It was a grotesque creature, formed of different bodies most likely found dead along these streets. It was constantly putting out a slow grunt, as if in pain.

Rex growled slowly, quietly so as not to alarm it. Then he dashed faster, using all his limbs to do so. The dreadful monster turned around much to late, showing the decomposing face of a boy, forever having the face of terror on what remained of his expression. The sight didn't even make him lose momentum. The Darkling was all he was, and it was the Darkling that threw the beast to the ground, slashing once at his neck for a quick, sufficient kill. The dark blood poured out, and Rex did what hunters do after they kill. He feasted.

When he had his fill, he got up slowly, savoring what was left of the delicate taste. He looked upon the road in front of him, and growled as the scent of a human came to his nose. In front of him was what seemed to be a stable, and the ripe smell of horse dung came to him. He already knew no horses were in there, but that didn't matter. There was human prey awaiting him.

He walked slowly, anticipation stirring within him. His claws grew another inch, showing just what he was feeling. They were caked in dried blood, as well. He walked into the stables easily, for he could hear the slow breathing of sleep. Easy prey.

It was a boy, next to him a flag, burning red. It whispered to him, the same kind of whisper that the Ancients used to make him feel desire. He roared loudly at it, feeling his lungs push out all the air they could. This whisper was unfamiliar, somehow, and he didn't like it. He stared at the lonely flag, his mind tearing itself apart over the choices before him. He could rip apart the flag in an attempt to get rid of the intrusion of his mind, and feast on the boy, or he could listen to the whispers... What did they say?

Take me with you... I can be of use... Prey will come to you if you take this flag... You will feast like a king.

He stood, growling in lower volume now, as manipulation fixed around his mind. Rex shook his head in an attempt to get the voice out of his head, but it was no use. Grabbing the flag, it began to form with the darkness that was inside of him. His skin writhed, opening, and the flag grew into his chest, his darkling armor molding over it. He turned away from the boy, still being fed thoughts from the flag. He walked out, breathing in fresh scents of prey, as if holding the flag opened up even more possibilities of hunts.

Amaterasu stopped in her tracks, at the stranger leaving the stables, the flag clutched in his hand.

Stowing the flag in her mouth behind her reflector, she barked sharply, and gave a low growl, edging slowly towards the strange, her teeth bared.
There was something not right about him...blood seemed to ooze from every pore of his skin, even from this distance. This creature could not be human. In any world, he would have been her enemy; a creature of darkness, the opposite of the life-giving sun. In that case, there was no use pretending to be a stupid dog.

She felt the ghouls staring at her once more. She felt a strong urge to vanquish them to hell, as she had done may times before in Nippon.
But there where more important things at hand.
As the sun waned over the horizon, the spirits of the place grew yet more restless. Vibrantly, the crimson marks on her white body shone, and could feel her power instensifying as the sun's last beams light up the earth.
She readied the celestial brush, and waited for this enemy's reaction. Given what he was, she had no problem with cutting him in half as he stood.
This might not be pretty.
But still, she waited for his reaction.
This might not be pretty.

[4thkeybladeholder]

Rex stepped back, taken by surprise by the light the shone from the animal before him. A wolf, it seemed, but he could feel a different mind in it. The Ancients screamed in his mind, growing fearful of the power before him, but he was torn between the orders of the mystical darkness the flag gave him and the Ancients whispers of flight. The ghouls and monsters stirred around him, peering out to watch the fight. He could feel their instictual thoughts, read their minds. They were waiting for a death, so that they could feast.

He felt the need to run, but at the same time he felt the same instinct that drove them. He suddenly felt territorial, and he bared his teeth, which shined with blood from his last kill. This wolf, whoever she was really, would die. Not only that, but the flag fed him more instructions.

Take that flag.

Desire erupted within him, and he roared so loud that his own teeth rang from the effort. He dashed towards the animal, ignoring the burning sensation that was rolling over his skin already.

[ZombiGirl]

Rex stepped back, taken by surprise by the light the shone from the animal before him. A wolf, it seemed, but he could feel a different mind in it. The Ancients screamed in his mind, growing fearful of the power before him, but he was torn between the orders of the mystical darkness the flag gave him and the Ancients whispers of flight. The ghouls and monsters stirred around him, peering out to watch the fight. He could feel their instictual thoughts, read their minds. They were waiting for a death, so that they could feast.

He felt the need to run, but at the same time he felt the same instinct that drove them. He suddenly felt territorial, and he bared his teeth, which shined with blood from his last kill. This wolf, whoever she was really, would die. Not only that, but the flag fed him more instructions.

Take that flag.

Desire erupted within him, and he roared so loud that his own teeth rang from the effort. He dashed towards the animal, ignoring the burning sensation that was rolling over his skin already.

Not completely surprised by the monster's reaction, she continued to growl and show her sharp teeth as well, in animalistic confrontation.
Expertly, cast Inferno using the celestial brush, drawing a sweeping line of ink from the dancing flames of her weapon, Solar Flare, straight to the charging oppenent, the crackle of the line of fire rushing towards it with deadly speed and accuracy.

The rush of adrenalin bringing all of the techniques she had mastered in the dojos on Nippon, she used Fleetfoot to dodge well out of it's way, and composed herself immediately. She had already figured out from the creature's blood hungry cries that it would kill her.
It wouldn't be the first demon to try, and she was determined that it wouldn't be the first to succeed.

Readying her stance and brush once more, she waited for the results of her first attack, preparing to strike again.

[rzgrz]

Yoda awoke in a room filled with evil and hatred. This was not of the liking to him at all. A girl was sitting on the steps next to him. Her body lyed motionless as he sat looking around for any signs of "other" life. The force was strong around him. He could feel other players presences around him and he could feel Luke. The jedi padawan had returned once again to the battle field.

As yoda began to walk out a voice called out to him. Protect the flag. Capture their flag. Defend what is yours. It struck him as he saw a flag in the center of the jail house. It was their flag. But where was the other flags? He knew that Luke was in trouble but if no one was here to protect the flag then what would become of them? Just as the time went bye a force of evil approached him as two skeletons rose up. "Defend the flag, with this I can" he said as he raised his arm up. Using his force ability he talked with the souls and agreed a truce to defend our flag. From there he would be able to find Luke and aid him in his need.

[4thkeybladeholder]

He had but one move, and that was to jump aside. The blast roared by him, burning his leg. He roared in discomfort, his still human face showing pain. Rolling, Rex jumped back to his feet, snarling once more as his claws extended another inch in anger. About to attack, he stopped in his tracks, eyes misting over as his mind opened up to the surroundings. He felt whispers, more and more of them, but this time it was a familiar feel, the feeling of his own kind.

The Ancients spoke in his mind with reassurance.

You will have help, brother.

He felt them stir. The dusty ground seemed to shake with their calls. He answered them, roaring in glee, his expression that of comfort. The Darklings were here to help him. This place crawled with them, and as night took full effect, they began to awake from the slumber.

They were coming to help him, and even as he stood there, the ground crumbled as they began to come out, first the Slithers, the most numerous Darklings. Some began to fly, some simply remained as snakes without wings, surrounding him. Their black leathery skin was a great comfort as they swarmed him, rubbing against his legs, building up in numbers.

What was better, was that he felt more of them awaking. Darklings more powerful than the slithers would come to his aid, soon. This wolf was nothing, now. She would perish, and he would let his brothers feast upon her radiant skin, for in death all light dies.

He drew a powerful breath, air filling his lungs that were filled with the scent of the darklings. His war cry sent all the darklings to attack the being that stood in their way, to kill, and consume.

She would soon be facing death.

[ZombiGirl]

He had but one move, and that was to jump aside. The blast roared by him, burning his leg. He roared in discomfort, his still human face showing pain. Rolling, Rex jumped back to his feet, snarling once more as his claws extended another inch in anger. About to attack, he stopped in his tracks, eyes misting over as his mind opened up to the surroundings. He felt whispers, more and more of them, but this time it was a familiar feel, the feeling of his own kind.

The Ancients spoke in his mind with reassurance.

You will have help, brother.

He felt them stir. The dusty ground seemed to shake with their calls. He answered them, roaring in glee, his expression that of comfort. The Darklings were here to help him. This place crawled with them, and as night took full effect, they began to awake from the slumber.

They were coming to help him, and even as he stood there, the ground crumbled as they began to come out, first the Slithers, the most numerous Darklings. Some began to fly, some simply remained as snakes without wings, surrounding him. Their black leathery skin was a great comfort as they swarmed him, rubbing against his legs, building up in numbers.

What was better, was that he felt more of them awaking. Darklings more powerful than the slithers would come to his aid, soon. This wolf was nothing, now. She would perish, and he would let his brothers feast upon her radiant skin, for in death all light dies.

He drew a powerful breath, air filling his lungs that were filled with the scent of the darklings. His war cry sent all the darklings to attack the being that stood in their way, to kill, and consume.

She would soon be facing death.

Amaterasu involuntarily shivered as her oppenent summoned masses of dark creatures, of all shapes and sizes. She had encountered nothing of this kind in Nippon, but evil was still evil, no matter it's creed or origin.

These ominous things thrithed on the blackness of night. Her dark eyes twinkling, the solution came so her easily. It was the time to turn things to her liking once more.

Mightily, she howled to answer the scream of the enemy. Then, masterfully, not rushing herself, even though the creatures were running at her at an uncomfortable speed, she weilded the brush, invisible to all but herself, and drew a huge circle in the sky, big as her brush would allow.

Through the will of the Gods, the sun exploded into the sky once more, directly above the town, closer than it had ever been before, banquishing the night, and throwing incredibly bright light all around them. To make sure all the little demons were gone for good, she created a small Cherry Bomb, and nudged it with her nose. It rolled a little way forward, into the crowd of beasts.

Her heart lightened by the greeting of the sun, her tail wagged with a will of it's own. She never would have guessed that one her first, and seemingly most useless brush techniques, would be useful in battle. The light was still blinding, for the time being, but this was only a comfort to the Sun Goddess.

[HappyHeartless]

Delirium stumbled clumsily into a brand new setting and nearly fell over. Steadying herself she looked around carefully, confused at how she had been buried in cream last time she remembered. Now she was here, a dark and sinister place with several gallows stationed around in no particular order. She took a step forward but was so busy looking everywhere that she failed to notice she was standing on the ledge of one of the gallows, and down went Delirium, red hair and all.

She bumped her knees into the soft earth below and scraped the palms of her hand. She looked at them and saw several stripes of red that was carved into her otherwise pale skin. Smiling, she blew softly at her palms and the red lines disappeared, making her skin as smooth as it had been before. As she stood up she noticed something she hadn’t seen earlier, and it was very close by. It was a flag and a clean one nonetheless. Compared to everything else in this damp and stark place it looked like it was placed here to serve a purpose she couldn’t quite figure out, but the neat flag drew Delirium towards it.

Reaching out she touched the fabric mounted to the flagpole, and immediately she got the feeling that a thought had buried itself in her mind. Implanted itself on a permanent spot where it wouldn’t leave until she had heeded it, and the thought expressed itself through Deliriums mouth.

”YoUr tEaM… mUSt hOld tHiS flAg; prOtEcT iT, wHiLe yOu cAptUre otHeRs tHaT yOu wiLl fiNd…”
She stood completely still for a few moments, staring blankly in the air, and then she lifted her left hand and slapped herself across the mouth.
”sHuT uP yOU!”

Now she was pointing at herself with an angry expression on her face, but regardless of her feelings towards what just happened she had understood the message. She had to find other flags and take them, while she also had to protect the one she was next to right now. She had to be two places at once.
She raised her right hand and started stroking her chin and twisting parts of her hair.

”jUst hOw aM I sUppOsEd tO dO that?!” she yelled out, sounding annoyed. ”dO yOu kNoW?” she asked, and turned to her right where an identical copy of Delirium appeared out of thin air.
”bEatS mE!” the Delirium copy replied, and then both started laughing, clutching their stomachs and shaking wildly.

The real Delirium started running away from the gallows while the Delirium copy walked over to the flag and sat down by one of the nearby gallows, her back resting towards it. The real Delirium didn’t quite know where to go, but she knew how she would find out. Her body transformed as quickly as it always did, as her human form was replaced by a feathery one with wings. The dark, cloudy sky called for a black form, and like earlier she took on the form of a raven. She flapped her wings a few times then shot to the skies, her sharp raven eyes scanning the area below as even the gallows became but a speck in her sight.

After a few moments of flight she saw several large houses forming a large circle, and in the middle of the circle was another flag. It was a town square. Pleased she flapped her wings and set her course for the flag, and it didn’t take long before she landed right next to it. Her form grew and the feathers disappeared, being replaced by pale skin, human limbs and red hair. Delirium scratched her head and looked around. She then started whistling while walking to the flag before her with her arms behind her back, looking as innocent as she possibly could. With a sudden motion she swung her hand and grabbed the flag, then held it out triumphantly in the air.
”GotChA!”

She looked around but didn’t see anyone, and then she held on to the town square flag and ran back towards the direction of the gallows while communicating with her copy.
What they were saying to each other none could tell, but they were both laughing silently, like kids performing a clever prank.


Delirium was running down a dark backstreet behind the broken down houses of the ghost town she found herself in. Rotten wood lay everywhere and every piece she hit crumbled beneath her feet. The flag she took earlier was still gripped firmly in her hand, which had grown larger to cover up more of the simple prize. Soon she wouldn’t have to hold on to it anymore, she could feel it. Suddenly she heard a noise from inside a near wall and she stopped dead in her tracks, listening for a second sound.
She heard nothing.

Slowly she started moving again, steadily increasing her pace. She had forgotten the way to the gallows, so she decided to just run around aimlessly until she felt it safe to take on a form better suited for exploration. Another noise erupted from behind her, louder this time, and she threw herself towards the ground. Not a moment too late. A white hand rushed above her, missing her by a few inches. A loud groan escaped the ghost further down the backstreet who had been anxious for a new soul to eat.

”yOu hAvE tO sTAy hUngrY, tHingY!” Delirium said to it as she could feel the desperate hunger wanting her. ”i’Ve, uHm, gOT this kInD oF jOb tHinG tO finish!”
With a motion of her hand a flock of birds appeared from nowhere, all of different colors and type. They flew towards the ghost, blocking its view and stalling its movement. Eager to get away with the flag Delirium ran on, not paying the ghost even a second thought or a single glance. In her mind that was over, and for her it was like nothing had ever happened.

The ghost however, disagreed. Disgruntled as it was for having to postpone its meal it decided to be patient. As the birds around it, which was doing no damage at all, disappeared he decided; that girl would be its next meal.

[4thkeybladeholder]

The sun was horrid, burning through his brothers, each darkling erupting into flames as the sunlight travelled onto them. He himself had more of a tolerance, but it was too much for his armor. Already the smell of his skin reached his nostrils, making him immediately plan his next course of action. To get out of the light.

He dashed to his right, running as fast as he could down the dusty street, snarling in pain. Soon he saw a large, crumbling building, which had enough of a roof to block out the sun. He leaped through a broken window, rolling into the middle of the floor. It was nothing more than an old shop, a liquor shop from what he could smell and see. His back was burned badly, his skin falling off in clumps, bubbling from the heat. His breath came in ragged bursts, his desire for blood gone, leaving only exhaustion.

He growled in pain and anger, waiting for what would happen next. Here, the sun couldn't get him. That was at least one good thing at the moment. Who was this wolf? He had no clue, but he hoped that whatever being inhabited her, that she would dissapear.

Slowly, darklings that had lived or had been in the building before came over. That was good, there was still more of them. He had a little bit of protection. He could only hide, for that was the only logical solution that his ancient instincts gave him.

[Lone Wolf]

Do we really have to play this game?

Oh come on, you're such a bore.

Yoh just because you like capture the flag doesn't mean Lenny does.

Eh, you're right Morti.

"Yoh, wake up! Wake up! Master Yoh!"

"Is it time to wake up already?"

Yoh Asakura lifted his head from the hard wood, looking around at the new scene. It looked like a scene from an old western movie. He struggled a bit to get on his feet, seeing as they were stiff from the previous cold. He wasn't too surprised at the change in location. It happened once before, although it was definitely getting on his nerves. Amidamaru was surveying the area, looking for any clue of what to do. So far their involvment was null and that may have been the reason they were still there. Wherever there was.

Yoh got up on one of the tables and sat down, his earphones actually serving a purpose now. He tapped the table with his finger at the beat of the music while Amidamaru hovered around, in a fruitless labor.

Yoh... A voice echoed loud enough to overpower the music in his headphones. He took them off momentarily and looked at Amidamaru before answering.

"Yeah. What's up Amidamaru?"

"I didn't call Yoh."

"What do you...?"

If the table had been any weaker it would have splintered beneath the force applied to it. Yoh pushed himself off the table and landed right below his hovering guardian ghost.

"Theres someone here."

"Yes I can feel it."

Protect the flag...Protect the flag...Protect the flag... The voice rang again and they were both aware.

Take control...Take control... Of the others...Of the others...

Only then...Only then...
Will you win.

"Win what? Show yourself spirit!" Amidamaru brandished his blade. Although the living would not feel its razor edge, that voice was otherworldly.

"It's gone Amidamaru. At least we know what we're playing."

"But now what we're up against. Yoh.. there's someone else in here."

"Yeah I think I see them."

The two people they first met.

"Maka and Soul was it?"

[ZombiGirl]

The sun was horrid, burning through his brothers, each darkling erupting into flames as the sunlight travelled onto them. He himself had more of a tolerance, but it was too much for his armor. Already the smell of his skin reached his nostrils, making him immediately plan his next course of action. To get out of the light.

He dashed to his right, running as fast as he could down the dusty street, snarling in pain. Soon he saw a large, crumbling building, which had enough of a roof to block out the sun. He leaped through a broken window, rolling into the middle of the floor. It was nothing more than an old shop, a liquor shop from what he could smell and see. His back was burned badly, his skin falling off in clumps, bubbling from the heat. His breath came in ragged bursts, his desire for blood gone, leaving only exhaustion.

He growled in pain and anger, waiting for what would happen next. Here, the sun couldn't get him. That was at least one good thing at the moment. Who was this wolf? He had no clue, but he hoped that whatever being inhabited her, that she would dissapear.

Slowly, darklings that had lived or had been in the building before came over. That was good, there was still more of them. He had a little bit of protection. He could only hide, for that was the only logical solution that his ancient instincts gave him.

Through the radiance of the light, Amaterasu could clearly see the creatures disintegrate back into the earth from whence they came, shrieking and writhing. There had been no need for the Cherry Bomb, but at least her ink levels were still high. She gazed at the sun warmly thanking it for it’s help. It shone ever brighter in reply.

Her enemy must have been badly injured, from the way it had ran so urgently away. Her kindly natured would have made her pity it, if not for the fact it would have done worse to her. At least this fight was over. But, the competition was still running, and she needed that flag. Her sense begged her to end it there, but her soul wanted to win their flag back.
All she could do was try and reason with the monster, while it was weakened.

She followed her scent of it’s scorched flesh, lightly padding through the dust, until she came to another wooding building. Though the spirits in the others had shied away from the new sun, dark energy still stirred there.

She concentrated her line of thought, and let it flow into the building. She still cautiously. kept her distance. Her message was ‘I do not wish to fight with you. Surrender the flag, creature of darkness, and I will not attack you further. Give your decision aloud; I will understand you.’

Knowing demons, her chance of reconciliation was slim, but hopefully this one’s sense of self preservation was greater than that of it’s bloodlust. Though the sun shone on undimmably, she was still ready to run, in case of further attacks. A wounded animal still bites, she reminded herself.

[shadowaxel]

As Cloud walks in the court house he felt like he was not alone.He knew his teammate was farther ahead and had to hurry.The door slams behind him.He tries to open the door again but it wont budge.so he moves ahead..he sees shadows every were.he starts to grab his sword ...but its gone.He sees it on the wall & tries to grab it ..but it disappears.He sees it again,but it disappears again.Then suddenly five copies of his sword fly at him...Thinking quickly he leaps in the air as the swords fly at him...he lands on his sword & quickly grabs it .


With his sword back with him he continues deeper in to the court house..he spots Shikamaru & runs toward him. then suddenly cloud is blown back by a gust of wind that came from nowhere .....he gets up and rejoins shikamaru.a ghost like-being keeps saying stay away from my flag

[Axel never dies]

Peter slowly awoke, as his eyes blinked open. The last thing he remembered was watching the other ship cross the finish line in front of them. But apparently he had still survived. I wonder where I am... Peter asked himself as he pulled himself of the rough, hard floor and looked around. It seemed that he had appeared in a small market place in the middle of somewhere. Peter walked around the market place and looked out into the street; he saw a massive desert in the distance and cluttered around a noose swaying from a tree in the middle of the town, were many different shops and places of differencing colours. Peter was about to ask himself what they were here for, when he turned around and spotted a massive creature holding a grey flag in the middle of the market place where he had arrived.

He slowly walked over to the flag ignorning the creature and looked at it critically, as he looked at it a message started scrolling across it. Welcome to a capture the flag....capture your opponents flags to win...but keep your own safe... The message continued to scroll across the grey flag continually as Peter read it. His mind raced as he looked outside into the street again and recognized the different coloured shops and places as actual basses of different teams. Peter turned around and noticed on the floor the young boy in blue armour that he had fought with before. He quickly turned to the creature and wondered.

My team?... He turned to the massive beast and spoke towards him. "Who are you?...and are you on my team?" He asked outloud as he paced around the marketplace. . He wanted to get out there and start stealing some of his opponent’s flags, but he realized that he could not leave his own flag unguarded. He had to wait till this creature responded to him and the young blue boy woke up. Again he was hindered by a team, again he was pulled down by other people when he could win this competition so easily, the competitive part of his mind thought. But he could never do that, his nature wouldn’t let him abandon people he could help or save.

As he waited for the beast to respond to him, he looked out at the street at again. He was surprised to see, two people fighting over a flag in front of a place called “Da Saloon” One of them quickly grabbed the flag and ran up the stairs, it looked like a female. People are already up?... Peter wondered as he looked back at his slumbering team member and the beast. "We should get started...." He muttered

Black WarGraymon growled as he felt some one closer to him. It was a boy well better yet said an grown man. The man spoke to Black Wargraymon, but Black WarGraymon ignored him. "What is this man doing here I remember seeing him somewhere but where?" He thought as he stared down at him. He took a deep breath as he continued to look down on him.

Black WarGraymon gave out a loud viscose roar that would scar the living daylights out of any one who heard it. It was a warning to any one and ever one. "If you touched this flag I will rip you to bits!" He shouted out as he then turned his attention back to the man and remember what he said. "Who are you?...and are you on my team?" He then answered with. "I am the strongest digimon that there ever is." He said as he took a pause and looked at the flag. "My name is Black WarGraymon!" He yelled out as he then answer his last question. "Teams, never go good for me so consider me an enforcer."

Black WarGraymon was laughing as the other people he saw were getting flags and jumping for place to place. "Hey you there, go steal some other flags, I might not get the point of this but people seem to want them. Don't worry no one has ever beaten me in a fight." He said as he gave out another roar. "Also I doubt many will even try to get close to me." Black WarGraymon said as he looked down at a boy with blue armor on. "That's that one boy I saw in the forest. He has power and lots of it."

[Chrono Mizaki]

“A sunken city, then a toy town and now this... a creepy ghost town?” Johnny commented, looking over at the area of the somewhat silence ghost town that he manage to be in. He stood up high on top of the 'Good Shop's' rooftops, gaining an advantage in scanning the whole area. This time, he has to be careful, extremely careful. The atmosphere was a creepy and haunted one, perhaps too much for Johnny. Yet he has to question himself. He's here, he's alive and he's well, so why shouldn't lady luck happen for the third time?

'Third time's the charm' Johnny thought, with confidence that this time, he will get out here alive. Not only that, but he wants to win. He wants to exit the battlefield, feeling proud. So he climbed back in the shop through the dusty window, covered in spider-cob webs and dead flies. The dust lingered in the air, obstructing his view and gave him a nasty, vile cough.

[Yellow Flash]

Black WarGraymon growled as he felt some one closer to him. It was a boy well better yet said an grown man. The man spoke to Black Wargraymon, but Black WarGraymon ignored him. "What is this man doing here I remember seeing him somewhere but where?" He thought as he stared down at him. He took a deep breath as he continued to look down on him.

Black WarGraymon gave out a loud viscose roar that would scar the living daylights out of any one who heard it. It was a warning to any one and ever one. "If you touched this flag I will rip you to bits!" He shouted out as he then turned his attention back to the man and remember what he said. "Who are you?...and are you on my team?" He then answered with. "I am the strongest digimon that there ever is." He said as he took a pause and looked at the flag. "My name is Black WarGraymon!" He yelled out as he then answer his last question. "Teams, never go good for me so consider me an enforcer."

Black WarGraymon was laughing as the other people he saw were getting flags and jumping for place to place. "Hey you there, go steal some other flags, I might not get the point of this but people seem to want them. Don't worry no one has ever beaten me in a fight." He said as he gave out another roar. "Also I doubt many will even try to get close to me." Black WarGraymon said as he looked down at a boy with blue armor on. "That's that one boy I saw in the forest. He has power and lots of it."

Peter nodded as the beast spoke to him it was quite scary, but not as scary as the other foes he had thought. Even thought this creature said he had no team, Peter knew that the beast was on his team, what did it call itself? Black WarGraymon that was it. However scray the monster, Peter was confident that their flag would be safe with this beast.

Peter quickly looked out into the street and saw people running everywhere trying to get other people’s flags. It seemed that no one had spotted his teams hiding place, although it was only a matter of time. I must do this by myself if they don’t want to help.... Peter thought to himself, as the young, blue bomber slept peacefully on the ground. Peter turned towards the massive beast. “I’m going out to try and get other flags.....protect our flag at all costs....ok?” Peter said slowly to the creature. Shaking his head, he quickly ran out into the street. I wonder..... With a smile, Peter quickly turned invisible and his body disappeared into oblivion.

Always good to not be seen.... Peter thought to himself as he looked around and chose a direction at random. As he walked slowly forward, undetected by other people, he came across a Court House. With its sign swaying in the strange, cold wind. Peter shrugged to himself, this was as good as place as any. He opened the door and crept inside, he could see the people sleeping on the floor. What luck, they haven’t woken up yet... Peter crept forward, being careful not to wake anyone. He could see their flag in the middle and he quickly grabbed it. Not disturbing the ghost who slept in front of it.

As soon as he grabbed their flag, a thought flashed through his mind, and he wondered whether he should kill his opponents to stop them from attacking him latter. Yet his ever sense of right and wrong stopped him. Shrugging again, he turned around and almost bumped face to face with a ninja of some kind. Peter almost screamed then realized he was invisible, however the flag he was holding wasn’t. Peter swore and then swore again as he knew the ninja would have heard him, and that this was probably his flag.

[Number13Roxas]

Pikachu appeared in an abandoned court house. In the center of the room was a flag stand, he realized there was probably supposed to be a flag there, but someone had taken it. He was spooked, this wasn't a place for small yellow mice. Neverlesss he had been told of his objective, and he knew the only way to leave was to accomplish it. "I have to take the other teams flags" he thought to himself. "But first I need to find my teammates". He silently left the court house, keeping an eye on his surroundings. Pikachu knew he wasn't alone, and he knew the "companions" were not other players.


After around fifteeen minutes of searching the town through its eerie silence, he spotted a young girl sitting on a bench. He began to approach her as she seemed mostly peaceful. Upon closer inspection he saw she had glittering silver hair and was wearing a delicate white dress. As he grew closer, she was alerted to his presence and spun her head around to face him. Thats wierd" He thought. " I made absolutely no noise at all". That was when he saw her face, not only were her hair and dress a pale shade of white, so was her face, except for her eyes. Her eyes were a dark, bloody, red. He froze on the spot. After she sighted him she began to walk, no FLOAT, towards him. Pikachu could see from the haunting glare in her eyes she meant him harm. He wanted to run for his life, but he was petrified. He realized he wasn't just scared to death, she was holding him. He desperatly tried to move, but he could only flinch as she grew closer. His mind furiously tried to think of way out of the situation when his gut kicked in. Without thinking, he sent out the biggest bolt of lighting he could muster. Surprisingly, she recoiled as the bolt shot past her, but he realized it wasn't the lighting itself, it was the light it emitted. The surprised ghost, taken aback by the light this tiny mouse had just produced, released him. Pickachu seised the oppurtunity and ran away as fast as his little legs would carry him. After running what he thought was a safe distance he stopped for a breath. "I have to find my teammates, now!" He knew that had to be his first priority, or else he would become a ghosts dinner.

[Axel never dies]

Black WarGramon nodded as he saw the man run and vanished along. "This is going to be a long wait." He said as he placed the flag on his back with his armor. He saw watching over the streets seeing that no one got close enough to him. Black WarGraymon was waiting for something to happened that will consider him launching attacks at someone.

Black WarGraymon grew tired of waiting and began to walk around seeing that the boy was still down on the floor sleeping. "When is that boy going to wake from his slumber?" He thought as he jumped up to the second stop of the market place right above the blue armored boy in his deep slumber.

As he was on the second floor he notice a lot of stuff that remind him of the digital world. Black WarGraymon pointed at the sheriffs house and said. "Starmons house, the sheriff of the digital world well his land that is." He laugh as he then saw some thing moving. It was jumping from roof to roof. "Have they seen me here?" He thought as as smile grew on his face afterward. "What if they have it wont make a difference I will not get taken like a fool." He gave out another loud roar.

[videogame714]

Awakening in a twilit chamber, Clare found herself on a soft bed, a much different scenario than one she had previously been in. Is this... home? she thought, gazing out the window. What met her glare was a ghost town, signs of a struggle apparent, and seemingly deserted, until several others came out of the buildings. This must be, right? Was defeating that monster the key to getting back to my adventure? Walking out of the gloomy room, Clare realized she was in an inn, each door having a golden number signifying where its visitors would stay. Hearing footsteps from down the hallway, Clare averted her head, and saw a familiar face: Rogue. So... I'm still trapped in this otherworld? Raki needs me... Disappointed that she still had aways to go before coming home, but relieved that there was somebody she knew in this new world she was seemingly now lost in. Walking the opposite way of Rogue, to the lobby, Clare found that this, too, was uninhabited. Hearing a small squeak, the warrior immediately drew her Claymore, striking it at the source, but it was just a scruffy rat, emerging from a crack in the floor. This place really is a ghost town, Clare concluded.

Walking over to the check-in desk, Clare noticed a slim piece of paper with small, scribbled words strewn across its area. Leaning over to get a better look it, she began to read it. It said:

You and your teammates are playing a game of capture the fortress with the other contestants. You must protect your flag from being stolen, while trying to capture the other teams' flags. Good luck.

"Another game, hm?" Clare whispered, walking back to the hall of rooms to inform Rogue of their situation. If Rogue is here... is Lulu here, too? she wondered, spotting Rogue peeking into one of the keyholes. "Rogue, it's Clare, I have this letter, explaining what we have to do for the time being." Approaching her, Clare's Yoki picked up a strong aura from behind the door Rogue was looking through. "Rogue, get out of the way, there's something very powerful behind that door!"

[Chaser's Apprentice]

Her next movements were all too quick when the honeycombed, asphalt boulevard of the toy-town was eliminated beneath her feet. Rogue was falling now, weaving inward and out and making incarnate gaps between time and space. These moments of infinity were like being led off a precipice that one could not fall off but rather fall around in circles and circles as they were shattered to pieces like broken pottery. Rogue soon found herself being sewn together again, though in a state of suspended animation like an anesthetic to numb her body for this reconstructive surgery. She was now dropped from the midst of air into the next episode of her life.

Rogue could imagine herself falling into a deep, dark grotto that she had burrowed herself into, blood spilling from every crevice of her cadaver. Rogue was tossed into the pits of Hell where some devil archaeologist will find her horribly dismembered remains and skeletal frame. All she could do was lay limp until consciousness would finally return to her. For now her mind was thick and black with a dirty grunge like coffee that’s too rich.

Her icy fingers tickled a rugged surface by her side like leather, molding, tantalizing with the palm of her hand. There were gentle cambers and broken parabolas often sprouting patches of sinewy fibers.

A porous, pulpy pocket swallowed Rogue's hand, wet like the pit of a foreign, exotic fruit. A suckling sensation lapped against her lean fingertips; it was stifled like that of a heartbeat. Rogue bundled a mushy slab of pulp in her fingers, the meat of this ripened produce. Conglomerates of tiny lumps like goosebumps oozed along her hand. Being half-comatose, Rogue could not recognize this queer, peculiar entity, though it was on the tip of her tongue. The very, very tip of her tongue...

Rogue drove herself to her feet, blood pumping, drooling into her head like vomit, her wheels squealing sarcastically. This mangled, mutilated cadaver was reposed flat along the bed for a perennial siesta, though unwillingly. Its broken anatomy was ripped open, flesh clawed apart and falling off the bone like a chunk of succulent, smoked meat. And its mouth, that sunken cavity carved in its face, was swelling with hot, crimson blood.

On Rogue's hand it felt as though a confectionery glaze, like her fingers were being candied into sugarplum lollipops. Flailing like a stranded fish on the sands of a godforsaken seaboard, Rogue's arm mopped itself against the bed sheets to rid itself of this vampire drool.

“Damn... What kinda sick place is this?” She scrambled out the door, nudging it just a bit ajar. Rogue proceeded down the hallway into a narrow labyrinth of brittle, dank wood surfaces, weaving between antique relics. She was pondering her life's passion and impassioning herself as the pondered. Metaphysically, abstract—a stew of miscellaneous items was strewn with wonderful form as if choreographed along the corridor. It was a clean clutter. Rogue pushed down an isle of shattered objects and trampled scraps, down an isle owned by none—an alleyway down the way by a way not her own alley.

9, 10, 11, 12...

Clearly this was some abandoned inn, for the rooms were queued in numerical order, their wooden thresholds deterring Rogue's intimate eyes. One, however, carried the role of a maverick, of a rebel child unwilling to abide by general consensus. Its exponent label was missing from its decaying, dilapidated facet. Rogue flashed her gaze to the door on its left; 14 it read. Clearly, the number 13 had been somehow misplaced. The doorknob had been as well. There were also no holes for said doorknob to be inserted in, just a small keyhole.

Rogue stooped down onto her knees, the woolly flesh of the carpet grinding against her own. She pressed an eye into the small notch, though saw naught but a flush of dahlia, of a hot, striking red as though someone had taped the hole shut from the inside with red tape. As she pulled away, heavy breaths whispered like mental corruption into Rogue's ears. They always surrounded her, choked her, invaded her close sense of space. They never compressed, however, light and airy enough to be substantially there. These gasps for air snaked down Rogue's moist body as her head frantically chased the breathing from all direction. They were like threads veiled with lace—white as a dove.

She peeked into the keyhole once more, and still the crimson color lingered. It was funny how priorities seemed to slip away. An eerie silence dived into the scene as fresh as children's flesh, soft as pastel, lucid as a smooth pasture. The breathing soon continued, but this time Rogue could feel it on her face, on her eye.

Like a rusty blade ripping her open, a sudden, sadistic realization overtook her. The red of the space inside squirmed now, soon being encompassed by a girdle of what looked like human flesh. Whatever it was against the other side of this keyhole, it pulled away now. Rogue saw with an inconceivable horror the butchered, disfigured face of what had previously been man but was now a monster, a freak. Its eyes were flushed with a hot, striking red.

-fin-

[Xuan]

With a sudden, yet ferocious battle roar Luke launched himself towards Maka and Soul like a rampaging lion, his lightsaber drawing an indestructable shield of azure around him. Forcing the gap close almost instantly and clawing on the enemy's fright, Luke played the same old tricks once again and almost immediately a flag popped out of the enemy's grasp. It was theirs. And he took it.

Then he came down with a upper slash and reverse thrust, forcing the enemy away while giving them a false sense of security, for he was about to take the next flag no matter what. His teammates were not there to back him up, something was wrong, so he had no choice. As risky as it seems, he will do it.

"Here I come!"

Thump.

The core of his being shook as abruptly his Force powers slipped away as if never existed. His shocked eyes widened further as his flag abruptly disintegrated into dusts and rode the stagnant air that is this town of death. He called his lightsaber and tried a sweep at Maka and Soul, only to find the strike veered out of course. His worst suspicions were confirmed.

We lost the game.

All the sudden his eyes turned glassy and distant as he stared above the skies filled with stars of mystical light. Brilliance flashed before his mind as he searched the Force for a bright future... A future slightly dark than the ones enclosing upon them. There was only one.

Luke Skywalker stood up from his kneeling position and laid eyes on Soul, emotionless etched on his face. He said, "It seemed that the tables have turned, and my strength was meant to serve yours."

He spun around and took off, in search for another stronghold, another flag.

[Yellow Flash]

Black WarGramon nodded as he saw the man run and vanished along. "This is going to be a long wait." He said as he placed the flag on his back with his armor. He saw watching over the streets seeing that no one got close enough to him. Black WarGraymon was waiting for something to happened that will consider him launching attacks at someone.

Black WarGraymon grew tired of waiting and began to walk around seeing that the boy was still down on the floor sleeping. "When is that boy going to wake from his slumber?" He thought as he jumped up to the second stop of the market place right above the blue armored boy in his deep slumber.

As he was on the second floor he notice a lot of stuff that remind him of the digital world. Black WarGraymon pointed at the sheriffs house and said. "Starmons house, the sheriff of the digital world well his land that is." He laugh as he then saw some thing moving. It was jumping from roof to roof. "Have they seen me here?" He thought as as smile grew on his face afterward. "What if they have it wont make a difference I will not get taken like a fool." He gave out another loud roar.

Peter wondered what the ninja was doing, had he heard Peter’s exclamation of the swear word, or did Peter say it in his head like he meant to. Peter didn’t have any more time to think about it, as he inched around the static ninja and continued walking back to the marketplace, holding his captured flag triumphantly. That was too easy.... Peter thought to himself as he jauntily walked back, dodging the other contestants, so he could get back safely.

Suddenly writing started s scrolling across the flag that Peter was holding. He quickly stopped and looked down at the flag, which now had writing on it in red ink. twelve hours you must wait, until you have captured the flag.... Peter read on the flag. I knew this was too easy...He muttered to himself as he resumed his walking speed, back to the marketplace. He quietly slipped into the place where he had arrived, next to the blue bomber, and furtively looked around, before becoming visible once more.

“Now where has that creature gone....” Peter spoke out loud as he looked for the massive monster that was looking after their flag. I hope he wasn’t... However Peter’s worries soon disappeared, as he heard a massive roar coming from one of the buildings in the marketplace. Peter quickly flew up and landed beside the black, beast that loomed above him. “I got another flag....but we have to keep it for a few hours...” Peter said as he handed over the captured flag that he had stolen. “Look after it....since nobody would dare challenge you...” Peter complimented Black WarGraymon, hoping that would soothe his angry personality

[IndieJocky]

The beauty of the world he was in disappeared in an all too familiar way and soon he was floating through a veil of darkness that did not stop. He knew he wasn't dead anymore. This was just a place in-between. A place to heal. It was like in the UG how he slept and woke up in a new area. It was just like that but completely different at the same time. This was far more dangerous. A change caused him to struggle through the black velvet that covered him. Light seemed to poke holes through the darkness, ripping it apart at the seams. And then as quickly as it came it was gone and the darkness had returned.
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The first thing that interrupted his state of mind was the horrid smell. Like decay... Or something worse... He opened his eyes to the old hay around him. A familiar sound interrupted the silence as a horse whined close by. He opened his eyes more widely to see a horse looking down at him. It's beady, black eyes stared down at him. Neku was startled by the animal and quickly got up from the floor and backed away until he hit a wall. He looked around and saw that he was in a stable of sorts in some old western town.

"What the hell..."

A pain ran through his head. And the same familiar feeling flowed through him.

Capture the flag. Get as many as you can. Guard your post. Survive.

The pain receded and he was met with a new feeling. A feeling of needing someone. He felt that an old friend was near but the second was not there. Not at all. Neku sighed deeply and looked down.

"They erased one of them."

Neku pushed the depressing thought aside and looked around for someone. He needed however it was to help him. With his partner he wouldn't survive.

"Time to find my partner."

He walked out of the stable in the cool air. The town was quite but he knew that somewhere there was trouble brewing.

[Axel never dies]

Peter wondered what the ninja was doing, had he heard Peter’s exclamation of the swear word, or did Peter say it in his head like he meant to. Peter didn’t have any more time to think about it, as he inched around the static ninja and continued walking back to the marketplace, holding his captured flag triumphantly. That was too easy.... Peter thought to himself as he jauntily walked back, dodging the other contestants, so he could get back safely.

Suddenly writing started s scrolling across the flag that Peter was holding. He quickly stopped and looked down at the flag, which now had writing on it in red ink. twelve hours you must wait, until you have captured the flag.... Peter read on the flag. I knew this was too easy...He muttered to himself as he resumed his walking speed, back to the marketplace. He quietly slipped into the place where he had arrived, next to the blue bomber, and furtively looked around, before becoming visible once more.

“Now where has that creature gone....” Peter spoke out loud as he looked for the massive monster that was looking after their flag. I hope he wasn’t... However Peter’s worries soon disappeared, as he heard a massive roar coming from one of the buildings in the marketplace. Peter quickly flew up and landed beside the black, beast that loomed above him. “I got another flag....but we have to keep it for a few hours...” Peter said as he handed over the captured flag that he had stolen. “Look after it....since nobody would dare challenge you...” Peter complimented Black WarGraymon, hoping that would soothe his angry personality

Black WarGraymon felt that some one had came back. He turned around and saw the same man holding another flag he said that they needed to wait a few hours. He garbed the flag and put it next to there flag. Now they had two flags. Black WarGraymon looking at the sky as it grew dark. Black WarGraymon header the complement but did not reasoned. "What is this man still doing here I feel other people here they must be guarding the other flags." He thought as he gave a growl.

Black WarGraymon turned back and pointed at the train station. "I feel low activity level there, that's your next target." He said to the man as his voice was deep and dark. "As for your little friend over there." He pointed at the boy with blue armor. "When will he awake from his deep slumber that he is in?" He asked as he looked at the man then back that the blue armored boy. "This so call people have a different wave of energy that I have not felt in the digatal world can it be that they have grew and changed?" He thought as he soon let that idea go around in his mind. "Well forget about the boy go get the other flag in the train station!" He yelled out at the man that was standing there.

[KingofheartsX]

Luffy's eyes closed immediately from the intense amount of light that emanated from the door that he had drawn to escape the mountain. Suddenly a change in the atmosphere had Luffy worried as he could feel his body being pulled into a vortex.
"I'm being transported again" Luffy thought, as it was the only thing that made sense to him as he prepared himself for the worst thing possible that could happen. As far as he knew, from what surprises he had seen and experienced so far in the tournament nothing was out of bounds.
It wasn't long until Luffy dropped on solid ground, knocking the wind out of him instantly. "Ouch!" Luffy moaned as he tried to recover and breathe again from the impact. Finally as air re-entered his body and lungs Luffy got up and brushed his shirt and hat off from the dust and dirt that had collected in that short amount of time.
"Hmm, what now?" Luffy said aloud as he looked around and though it was badly lit, Luffy could make out the fact that he was in a town, not a forest and not in the sky inside of a flying ship, but a town. From the looks of it, it was town square. From the big clock that wasn't to far from where he was.

A voice spoke to Luffy in his head just as he began to get lost in his thoughts.
"They are out to claim what is yours for they're own. Protect your flag, or become their slave." Luffy eye's widened as he heard this in his head. Right beside him was a flag and sure enough it had a small insignia of the straw hat pirates on the corner of it, along with what seemed to be a dinosaurs head.

"But there is always two sides, protect your own but also claim what also could be yours too?."
"What???" Luffy said with a expression of confusion spread across his face. Thinking about it for a second.."I got it, i gotta capture another persons flag while protecting mine." Luffy felt satisfied that he had figured it out, but the sudden realization of the fact that he couldn't be in two places at once made Lufyy ponder again about what to do.
Luffy looked around and right away could not see Marcus and the dinosaur.

Luffy decided to sit in a box of hay that was a tad bit to the left of the clock tower that over looked the flag. Luffy kept an eye on his flag but a small amount of movement beside a bar caught Luffy's attention as he turned to see what it was.
The ground was moving, it seemed that something was underneath it. Intrigued by this Luffy got up out of the box of hay and walked over to the bar and stood over the moving ground.
Suddenly a hand burst forth from the ground. Luffy was not fazed by this one bit. Following the hand was the arm and finally a skeleton rose up from the ground. It reminded Luffy of the time he was on nightmare island. The zombies there were more than a handful.

Luffy looked at the skeleton as it's cold empty eye sockets stared directly at him. "Hi!" Luffy said, a big wide smile stretching across his face as usual.
The skeleton made not a movement nor a sound.
"I'm Luffy, I need your help." Luffy said as he explained the situation to the skeleton and even though it made not a single sound. It nodded it's head in agreement and walked over to the water tower that was beside the flag and stood in the shadows. It stomped the ground a few times which confused Luffy for a second but the sudden eruption of skeleton's bursting forth from the ground made Luffy realize.."Oh your asking your friends for help!" Luffy again satisfied by this looked around the town square and tried deciding which way to go.

[Yellow Flash]

Black WarGraymon felt that some one had came back. He turned around and saw the same man holding another flag he said that they needed to wait a few hours. He garbed the flag and put it next to there flag. Now they had two flags. Black WarGraymon looking at the sky as it grew dark. Black WarGraymon header the complement but did not reasoned. "What is this man still doing here I feel other people here they must be guarding the other flags." He thought as he gave a growl.

Black WarGraymon turned back and pointed at the train station. "I feel low activity level there, that's your next target." He said to the man as his voice was deep and dark. "As for your little friend over there." He pointed at the boy with blue armor. "When will he awake from his deep slumber that he is in?" He asked as he looked at the man then back that the blue armored boy. "This so call people have a different wave of energy that I have not felt in the digatal world can it be that they have grew and changed?" He thought as he soon let that idea go around in his mind. "Well forget about the boy go get the other flag in the train station!" He yelled out at the man that was standing there.

Peter had been looking out over the city with Black WarGreymon, watching all the other people fighting for flags, while he and his team member all ready had one between them. Peter quickly looked up when he heard the monster speak and point at a small train station in the distance. feel low activity level there, that's your next target. Peter nodded and then shrugged when the beast asked when the blue bomber would wake up. “I don’t know....but I hope it’s soon...” Peter then smiled as he got ready to fly over to the train station. This is really quite easy.... He thought to himself as he quickly turned invisible and flew out into the air.

Peter hovered over the different shops and places as he looked for the train station; he finally spotted it below him and gracefully glided to a stop. He kept himself invisible however as he didn’t know who was around. Now let’s see what we can do about that flag.... Peter thought to himself as he peeped through the window of the train station. Her quickly ducked back down, his human instinct kicking in, even though he was invisible, he had seen two people in there walking around. Now what to do.... Peter’s thoughts raced as he thought of the many ways he could kill and rip those people apart who were in there. Little did he know, that this hunger to kill, rip, tear, was the side affect of one of his powers, and now he had to fight to contain that hunger.

What’s wrong with me?... Peter wondered as he shook of the thoughts and pepped through the window again, watching the people walking around. I wonder.... Peter silently opened the window and crept into the train station, he looked around for the flag and spotted in the middle of the train tracks. He quickly ran over and grabbed the flag. As soon as he grabbed the flag, he made a run for the door, not even trying to be silent. The two other people in the room, could see the floating flag, so that they would know he was there. Peter burst out into the street and quickly ran with his super speed. Not knowing where he was going, just wanting to get out of there as fast as possible so the other two opponents couldn’t capture him.

[Wzrdto25]

Soul turned from his hiding place at twelve hours and smirked. "Maka you are a genius." He slid his foot out of the nook and made his way back to the Sheriffs Jail and watched as it faded in the wind, the souls of the night had taken it away and Soul knew they were sworn to their team. "How do you like being our little captives?" Soul made his way through the town and felt the cold wind from the previous night dissolve, the town was quiet. He passed by a closed window and saw that his own reflection was pretty grim. His normal red eyes looked extremely creepy and sadistic. Making his way through the serene little town he found a station with hanging posts set up. He caught a small spark of energy nearby, people fighting obviously. Using stealth he slid up and made his way, hiding himself and his presence using the method Black Star had taught him. He moved in and plucked the flag from its place and turned. He did not spend long taking the flag and found it funny we he turned unnoticed and took a long way through the town to keep predators off himself.

Maka in the meantime dodged the Jedi's attacks without getting a scratch and then smiled holding up 5 fingers. He made another swipe and she held up the fingers for four and laughed. He kept his advance and she had to be extremely careful. She danced gracefully around his attacks, moving to the rhythm of his attacks and blocking them when she could. The problem was, he used a strange kind of force to attack and she felt herself slipping away with every touch. She finally held up three fingers and back-flipped, landing on her feet she stood above him on a bar stool. "2 chances left." He used all his might to push her off her feet and she slid down, smoothly dodging his swipe and slid behind him. She tapped him on the shoulder. "One more." And he came after her furiously. She dodged the massive onslaught but felt her foot slide backwards and almost was defeated when the fight stopped. "Nice work Soul." She smirked and got back up. "You're going to help us get more flags aren't you?"

He made his way back to the Saloon and found Maka sitting with their guarded flag. "Still not giving up the good fight Maka?" Maka smirked and handed him the flag. He set the Leia's Bun flag down and set his newly acquired one next to it. Smirking she picked them up and stuck them inside her closed pocket. Soul helped her barricade themselves inside the room and she went back and looked worried. "What's up Maka?" Maka shrugged and sighed heavily. "Nothing I'm just a little worried. We're sitting ducks in here, we need to guard what commodities we can." Soul nodded and grabbed her hand, transforming. "We can do it together."

[Sora-Keyblade]

“A sunken city, then a toy town and now this... a creepy ghost town?” Johnny commented, looking over at the area of the somewhat silence ghost town that he manage to be in. He stood up high on top of the 'Good Shop's' rooftops, gaining an advantage in scanning the whole area. This time, he has to be careful, extremely careful. The atmosphere was a creepy and haunted one, perhaps too much for Johnny. Yet he has to question himself. He's here, he's alive and he's well, so why shouldn't lady luck happen for the third time?

'Third time's the charm' Johnny thought, with confidence that this time, he will get out here alive. Not only that, but he wants to win. He wants to exit the battlefield, feeling proud. So he climbed back in the shop through the dusty window, covered in spider-cob webs and dead flies. The dust lingered in the air, obstructing his view and gave him a nasty, vile cough.

Ocelot saw a skinny figure wearing a black mask emerging from the lower-right window, forcing him to bring out his army knife from the back of his belt and onto the neck of the anonymous. "What are you doing here?!" He cried, as he hinted him that he was armed by putting his other hand into the revolver.

"What if I trust this guy..and what if I don't?"

[ZombiGirl]

The beauty of the world he was in disappeared in an all too familiar way and soon he was floating through a veil of darkness that did not stop. He knew he wasn't dead anymore. This was just a place in-between. A place to heal. It was like in the UG how he slept and woke up in a new area. It was just like that but completely different at the same time. This was far more dangerous. A change caused him to struggle through the black velvet that covered him. Light seemed to poke holes through the darkness, ripping it apart at the seams. And then as quickly as it came it was gone and the darkness had returned.
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The first thing that interrupted his state of mind was the horrid smell. Like decay... Or something worse... He opened his eyes to the old hay around him. A familiar sound interrupted the silence as a horse whined close by. He opened his eyes more widely to see a horse looking down at him. It's beady, black eyes stared down at him. Neku was startled by the animal and quickly got up from the floor and backed away until he hit a wall. He looked around and saw that he was in a stable of sorts in some old western town.

"What the hell..."

A pain ran through his head. And the same familiar feeling flowed through him.

Capture the flag. Get as many as you can. Guard your post. Survive.

The pain receded and he was met with a new feeling. A feeling of needing someone. He felt that an old friend was near but the second was not there. Not at all. Neku sighed deeply and looked down.

"They erased one of them."

Neku pushed the depressing thought aside and looked around for someone. He needed however it was to help him. With his partner he wouldn't survive.

"Time to find my partner."

He walked out of the stable in the cool air. The town was quite but he knew that somewhere there was trouble brewing.

Patiently, Amaterasu waited for a reply with the monster that had fled. She sat on the dusty floor, watching the Sun she had summoned shrink once more, darkness eating at the skyline. She doubted that the monster was going to reply, and she did not want to face it again, especially as the night returned.

Sighing, she stood up to leave, shaking the dust from her ivory coat, until she noticed an almost familiar scent of someone close by. Coming out from the rickety stables, further down the long road, was Neku. Her tail wagged with familiarity, and she bounded over to him playfully.

Although there was no sign of their previous companion, in the blackness between these strange worlds, she had been considering how to communicate with humans who possessed no mind-reading abilities, and had found a solution. She stopped an inch short of bumping into Neku. Before implementing her new idea, she scrapped the dusty ground smooth with her paws. Writing in small, gentle strokes so not to cast any techniques, she wrote in fine, calligraphic writing that she had copied from the humans she had observed, 'It's nice to see you again. Our flag has been stolen, but I have captured another teams. We must find more! As the black lines disintegrated into dust, she looked up at Neku hopefully, wondering if he had read the whole message in time.

As the new sun faded away, the ghosts of the town began once more to press their rotting faces through the windows of the buildings, moaning restlessly. She knew that it would not be long before they were confronted by one of these foul beasts.

[rzgrz]

With a sudden, yet ferocious battle roar Luke launched himself towards Maka and Soul like a rampaging lion, his lightsaber drawing an indestructable shield of azure around him. Forcing the gap close almost instantly and clawing on the enemy's fright, Luke played the same old tricks once again and almost immediately a flag popped out of the enemy's grasp. It was theirs. And he took it.

Then he came down with a upper slash and reverse thrust, forcing the enemy away while giving them a false sense of security, for he was about to take the next flag no matter what. His teammates were not there to back him up, something was wrong, so he had no choice. As risky as it seems, he will do it.

"Here I come!"

Thump.

The core of his being shook as abruptly his Force powers slipped away as if never existed. His shocked eyes widened further as his flag abruptly disintegrated into dusts and rode the stagnant air that is this town of death. He called his lightsaber and tried a sweep at Maka and Soul, only to find the strike veered out of course. His worst suspicions were confirmed.

We lost the game.

All the sudden his eyes turned glassy and distant as he stared above the skies filled with stars of mystical light. Brilliance flashed before his mind as he searched the Force for a bright future... A future slightly dark than the ones enclosing upon them. There was only one.

Luke Skywalker stood up from his kneeling position and laid eyes on Soul, emotionless etched on his face. He said, "It seemed that the tables have turned, and my strength was meant to serve yours."

He spun around and took off, in search for another stronghold, another flag.

Yoda could hear yelling comming from a house that looked as if to be a gathering hall of some sort. As he aproached it he could see that windows were busted out of it. A ghoulish pressence meet him at the swinging doors. Inside he could see a green glow that seemed to dim then brighten again. Once he steped in he could see a bar table and bar stools. This was no gathering hall but a saloon. Yoda should have known since he had been in one on Tatooine. And the green glow was that of a light sabre, Luke's sabre.

He steped inside and looked around. Luke was battling one person which was carrying what seemed to be a cloth. The voice spoke to him again saying Capture their flag. he looked around for anyone else and saw no one so he decided if Luke was having trouble then he will have to join in. Yoda began to grab his sabre as a sudden burst of darkness flushed through the building and burst strait through him. Motionless his thoughts started to fade. His mind began to rethink his tactics as he began to kneel uncontrolably. He never kneels for no one. He was now lost with his eyes as a sign of being pure white with a grim look on his face now.

They had lost their fight and now was under control of someone else. The person infront of him must have gotten by the guards to their flag. There was no other explanation. "Shall I do what now?" he asked as he waited for the reply.

[Chaser's Apprentice]

Rogue consumed the diffusion of infinite fears, knives that slit her throat from the inside. No, it was more than that: it was a primal instinct roaring at her to get away. Her gangly limbs thrashed savagely, insanely; Rogue thrust her body backward, trampling into antique relics whose broken, barbed, ragged pieces ripped her flesh open. She threw herself where ever her body could go, though all direction and time and space was instantly eliminated from within this insanity. And just like the wooden banister behind her, Rogue stumbled, she collapsed, she dropped. She was swallowed by the ravenous void, swallowed by the immortal darkness of this godforsaken inn. She was swallowed by Hell.

The fraction of a minute that she fell felt more like many, many seconds. Some satanic hellion must have found Rogue's body after those frayed moments, toying frivolously with her dismembered human remains. Some wooden javelin with a flag tied to it implanted, embedded into her; she was skewered, to be roasted over Hell's fire and eaten by the Devil himself. An inconceivable agony surged into every one of Rogue's veins and arteries. Thick, black liquor dribbled out her stomach like tar while her blood gushed uncontrollably, regurgitated as though her body did not want it anymore. This awful, inhuman orgasm ruptured over Rogue's entire being.

Veins in Rogue's face swelled violently as though about to burst and soil her hot, sweaty features with blood. She rolled over onto her side, both hands clenching the wooden shaft, fingers fidgeting, trying to uproot it from her stomach. As the staff was dislodged, Rogue's bodily juices were being extracted, spilling onto the floor's textured facet that her face pressed into. It was a morbid fantasy made reality - the drowning in your own blood.

Rogue belched one final barbaric, primitive cry before fully uprooting the wooden bayonet. Such a moment was so abstracted, thundering distantly, mercilessly, its obsession with Rogue unquenchable. She rolled onto her back once more, casting the splintered flagpole offhandedly somewhere to her right. The flesh of her gut was disfigured now, gnarled into countless tethers and knots and glazed with a bloody nectar. Rogue sealed her eyes, inhaling heavily as though she was some balloon and that the air would inflate her shriveled body. Alas, her mutant abilities were actually becoming like the air she breathed. They forced the dissection of her bowels to cement together with flesh again, reversing all of this nasty disfigurement. Rogue's head dropped to the side, exhausted of her vim and vigor. Her intimate gaze fell over the frayed, red flag that had caused her so much agony. Beside it sat a medley of daisies that were also scarlet in color, and though their vase had been fractured into pieces, they still retained a certain artistry and charm.

But daisies are white, of course...

-fin-

[VenFan]

A desiccated ventilation filled Lulu's lungs, suffocating her in oppressive aridity. Her moist, violet lips deliberately grew drained and withered. The incandescent air swept through her body in an instant, attempting to force open her conflicting sweat glands. The abundant attire that shrouded her body opposed it, assisting the sudden wave of torridity.

She attempted to overlook the heat which clutched her being in an established grasp. Other concerning thoughts raced through her mind, such as the current domain in which she was forced to reside, or the destination of her former companions.

Lulu drowned in the idea of teamwork. Could she possibly survive the events to come alone?

An "INN" sign suspended above the Mage's head. The branded notification belonged to a colossal, wooden framework before her. The building draped stories above. The oak texture encompassed the edifice, staring back into her curious gaze. What awaited Lulu beyond the entrance distressed her. Seconds passed, then moments. A dazed series of thoughts tangled into one another, forbidding Lulu from making a thoughtful decision. With a keen breath, she forced herself seven steps forward, and through the entrance. What greeted the woman beyond the doors stunned her.

Rogue...? C-Claire?

[Axel never dies]

Peter had been looking out over the city with Black WarGreymon, watching all the other people fighting for flags, while he and his team member all ready had one between them. Peter quickly looked up when he heard the monster speak and point at a small train station in the distance. feel low activity level there, that's your next target. Peter nodded and then shrugged when the beast asked when the blue bomber would wake up. “I don’t know....but I hope it’s soon...” Peter then smiled as he got ready to fly over to the train station. This is really quite easy.... He thought to himself as he quickly turned invisible and flew out into the air.

Peter hovered over the different shops and places as he looked for the train station; he finally spotted it below him and gracefully glided to a stop. He kept himself invisible however as he didn’t know who was around. Now let’s see what we can do about that flag.... Peter thought to himself as he peeped through the window of the train station. Her quickly ducked back down, his human instinct kicking in, even though he was invisible, he had seen two people in there walking around. Now what to do.... Peter’s thoughts raced as he thought of the many ways he could kill and rip those people apart who were in there. Little did he know, that this hunger to kill, rip, tear, was the side affect of one of his powers, and now he had to fight to contain that hunger.

What’s wrong with me?... Peter wondered as he shook of the thoughts and pepped through the window again, watching the people walking around. I wonder.... Peter silently opened the window and crept into the train station, he looked around for the flag and spotted in the middle of the train tracks. He quickly ran over and grabbed the flag. As soon as he grabbed the flag, he made a run for the door, not even trying to be silent. The two other people in the room, could see the floating flag, so that they would know he was there. Peter burst out into the street and quickly ran with his super speed. Not knowing where he was going, just wanting to get out of there as fast as possible so the other two opponents couldn’t capture him.

Black WarGraymon as standing tall as he got the answer that he did not wanted to here. "This place might not last longer as a hid out I feel people coming to get a flag from us." He thought as he looked over his shoulder and notice jumping figures. Then he looked back down at the boy. "Get up already." He thought to himself as he looked at him and gave out a loud roar to see if he were to wake from it. The boy did not even move.

Black WarGraymon was mad. He wanted to fight some one that wanted the flag. "When will some one be brave enough to try to slay me." He said as he walked to the top of the roof in the market place holding both flags. He placed them right next to himself as he looked out watching over the city. "Huh?" He thought as he notice a flag moving by itself. "Huh that energy it's the same as the man that brought me the flag. So that's his plan to turn invisible and take flags away, smart. How come he is running like crazy thou no one is on his trail so there is no need for that." He said as he looked across from himself and saw an aura. "What could that be." He thought as he left it alone, he pulled out the flag from the ground and went back down to the ground waiting for the man to come back with another flag.

[Wzrdto25]

Maka and Soul emerged from hiding. The Endless had become their puppets and they were ready to capture another flag. Maka took off running, this time she would be the capturing pawn and let Soul rest. She was eying the onslaught and apparent battle-scars the town had received, almost laughing. There were massive fights happening in the area, and she and Soul had been slipping through, using a tactic a egotistical freak had shone them. She passed by the Gallows as they faded into dust then the Town Square, which had become her property not an hour before. All of it was in their hands. Soul was waiting back at the saloon, guarding their flag with a vengeance. She dared someone to try and steal it. They would end up in stitches, with Soul devastating powers, he would kick anyone to the ground before they even got it out of hiss pocket. Slipping through the dark town she found her target. A large horse stable stood in her way and she slid into it. Cobwebs lined the stalls and a long thin hall stood between them. Stretching her arms behind her head she spied the flag, on the farthest wall. She stealthy hid her body, the way that Black Star had showed her before she was abducted. She slid past the ghostly horses and grabbed the flag, carefully tucking it into her pocket like she had done for the others. She was running now, through the darkness and back to the Saloon, when she saw the Marketplace and slipped the flag from its spot on the creatures back, no one was watching her in her stealth-mode it so she was safe to slip it out. Soul was still waiting in the sheltered Saloon. The eerie silence captivated him to stay awake, but he was only human, well, weapon. Maka slid through her secret door and handed Soul the new flag. "Here we need to keep our assets."

[videogame714]

Clare did not know how to respond as Rogue fell over and a javelin with a bright red flag attached to it went into her abdomen and started tearing its way through her insides. Disturbing, black liquids began to ooze out of the woman's stomach, as she twisted and turned, knocking over many of the objects scattered about the hallway. Wanting to take the javelin out of Rogue's gut, Clare knew that she would somehow hurt Rogue; it would cause more harm than good. Suddenly, the woman forced the weapon out of her system, her intestines disfigured inside the gaping hole. No! Rogue has little chance of survival after a struggle that large! She's going to end up just like... Teresa... Not knowing how to deal with the situation, Clare took a closer look at the wound, but she realized that it was different from when she last looked at it: her insides were piecing itself together, rather quickly, too. Is she like... me? Being able to restore hurt areas of the body with Yoma power?

Seeing that Rogue's wound would be healed within a matter of minutes, Clare decided to take a closer look at the javelin that had been inside Rogue. It was now covered in blood, motionless. Why is a flag tied to it, and what was it doing in that room? Remembering the note that she had found in the lobby but a few minutes before, Clare picked it up; she had dropped it when the weapon had begun to tore up Rogue's stomach. This must be the flag that we must protect... But why? Choosing to not think on the matter any longer, Clare averted her attention back to Rogue. Her gashes were now almost treated. Hearing footsteps behind her, the Claymore turned her head; Lulu was walking down the hallway. "So we meet again," she said.

[KingofheartsX]

Luffy seemed pleased with himself at the fact that he had quickly figured out a way to portect his flag as he captured another one. As he walked away from the town square he suddenly felt dizzy and blackened out falling flat on the floor again, unconciouss.

Luffy woke up, his vision blurred to see he was in the same place he had first woken up too. "WHAT!!" Luffy yelled as he tried to look for the flag he had seen earlier but to no success did he see it. That only could mean one thing.
"Someone has already taken my flag and now im under their command." Luffy thought, upset by this he leaned against a nearby house and pulled down his hat disgruntled at his short comings.
but Luffy was never the type to let something get im down. "Alright, I'll just help this person win, so in a sense I've won too? I think?" Luffy said to himself pondering his thinking on the matter. But he spent no more time pondering as he set out to another part of the town to see if he could capture anyone else's flag.
"If I meet the person who took my flag, I'm gonna punch them real hard!" Luffy said to himself as the anger began to build inside.

[Chaser's Apprentice]

Clare did not know how to respond as Rogue fell over and a javelin with a bright red flag attached to it went into her abdomen and started tearing its way through her insides. Disturbing, black liquids began to ooze out of the woman's stomach, as she twisted and turned, knocking over many of the objects scattered about the hallway. Wanting to take the javelin out of Rogue's gut, Clare knew that she would somehow hurt Rogue; it would cause more harm than good. Suddenly, the woman forced the weapon out of her system, her intestines disfigured inside the gaping hole. No! Rogue has little chance of survival after a struggle that large! She's going to end up just like... Teresa... Not knowing how to deal with the situation, Clare took a closer look at the wound, but she realized that it was different from when she last looked at it: her insides were piecing itself together, rather quickly, too. Is she like... me? Being able to restore hurt areas of the body with Yoma power?

Seeing that Rogue's wound would be healed within a matter of minutes, Clare decided to take a closer look at the javelin that had been inside Rogue. It was now covered in blood, motionless. Why is a flag tied to it, and what was it doing in that room? Remembering the note that she had found in the lobby but a few minutes before, Clare picked it up; she had dropped it when the weapon had begun to tore up Rogue's stomach. This must be the flag that we must protect... But why? Choosing to not think on the matter any longer, Clare averted her attention back to Rogue. Her gashes were now almost treated. Hearing footsteps behind her, the Claymore turned her head; Lulu was walking down the hallway. "So we meet again," she said.

She leapt to her feet, pulling her bronze, lorgnette eyes up to meet Claire once more, the nymph of silken, champagne hair clad in minty, alabaster armor. Rogue's face, so grim just a moment before, softened under the influence of Claire's limpid music: her divine, soprano voice and the fluttering of her sharp, defined footfalls like a butterfly landing on Rogue's heart. It tickled at her insides before frolicking away with a gentle breeze, giving her the leathery gooseflesh that she loathed – seven knots braided beneath her skin to represent every deadly sin she must have infringed upon to be thrown in this Hell.

Why didn't she help me?

Claire was an archangel, or archfiend, of the soul between two elemental images—victory and loss, light and darkness, life and death. Which of these two entities she embodied was far from Rogue's knowledge. Claire's lack of assistance through the course of the preceding adversities shifted her to the latter, however. Rogue was not sure if she could trust her. Perhaps Claire was the rogue.

With icy, unkempt fingernails, Rogue raked at her gnarled hair, a spill of black silk and satin and taffeta. They were like the ruffled wings of a bird, its obsidian, gossamer quills and feathers. Perhaps she was a raven? No, Rogue had no such unsavory reputation of scavenging for and eating corpses. Such gargoyles are associated with death and disaster, and Rogue did all possible to avoid such things. Tiny scales of dust and grit fell from those black wings, frisking in the air with a playful, untamed gait. If Rogue's mutant dexterity had never existed, if it was morality that Rogue possessed rather than those otherworldly abilities, that dust would be the ashes of her perished, decayed cadaver, skewered by a wooden javelin. If any bird, Rogue was a phoenix, and these were the ashes of her rebirth from an alternate dimension.

-fin-

[Sora's Shadow]

(OOC: shadowaxel, you got eliminated, so im gonna ignore your post)

Shikamaru frowned. The ghostlike being was getting closer, closer. It seemed to bend down and where it face should be, it was like looking into the deepest, darkest abyss.

"AwaKeN."

Suddenly, he felt immense pain on his head, as if it was being gridded repetitively. He yelled in pain, for it was never-ending. He shuddered and squirmed until, long last, mercifully, the pain ended. He groaned, flinching. He looked up from his position on the floor and the ghoast stared at him, or at least seemed to.

"An IlLusIOn WaS pLACed uPon YOU by ThoSE WHo wish YOU HarM. I wILl PROteCT OuR Flag, For WE arE in ThE SaMe sIdE. Go.

That was all it said and it floated to it place in front of the glittering flag. Shikamaru shuddered and stood and nodded in the ghost's direction. It was wise to not contradict the dead. Remembering the flag he had take where he thought was his base, he searched his pockets, but didnt find it. It seemed like he had been trapped in a genjutsu of some sort. He shrugged and left the Court House, his base and moved towards the Train Station.

He went cautiously, opening the door slowly. It was empty and the flag stood where he had seen it before. Slowly, he made a couple of sings and sent his shadow towards the flag. He manipulated the shadow from his relatively safe position at the door and the shadow grabbed the flag and tossed it his way. Shikamaru grabbed it and tucked it safely in one of the scroll pockets on his flak jacket.

Well, that went rather uneventful. Not that im not glad. But...it was too easy.

Shrugging, he turned and left, making his way towards his base.

[IndieJocky]

Patiently, Amaterasu waited for a reply with the monster that had fled. She sat on the dusty floor, watching the Sun she had summoned shrink once more, darkness eating at the skyline. She doubted that the monster was going to reply, and she did not want to face it again, especially as the night returned.

Sighing, she stood up to leave, shaking the dust from her ivory coat, until she noticed an almost familiar scent of someone close by. Coming out from the rickety stables, further down the long road, was Neku. Her tail wagged with familiarity, and she bounded over to him playfully.

Although there was no sign of their previous companion, in the blackness between these strange worlds, she had been considering how to communicate with humans who possessed no mind-reading abilities, and had found a solution. She stopped an inch short of bumping into Neku. Before implementing her new idea, she scrapped the dusty ground smooth with her paws. Writing in small, gentle strokes so not to cast any techniques, she wrote in fine, calligraphic writing that she had copied from the humans she had observed, 'It's nice to see you again. Our flag has been stolen, but I have captured another teams. We must find more! As the black lines disintegrated into dust, she looked up at Neku hopefully, wondering if he had read the whole message in time.

As the new sun faded away, the ghosts of the town began once more to press their rotting faces through the windows of the buildings, moaning restlessly. She knew that it would not be long before they were confronted by one of these foul beasts.

Neku looked around the the town as he walked down a long road. Down the dusty trail a source of light was illuminating the area around it. The silhouettes of two figures stood out in the shine. Neku couldn't clearly see their outlines but he knew that two people

"...or things..."

stood there. Suddenly the light began to dim and the black night returned once again. A noise got his attention as quick steps began to approach him. Neku quickly stood his ground and waited for the monster to attack. From the shadows a large wold appeared. It was no ordinary wolf though. It was the same wolf he had seen in the airship. As he looked at it the empty feeling within him disappeared. Neku knew that they were still friends. He smiled and noticed that the wolf was flattening to dirt on the floor. His eyes widened as writing began to appear on the floor. He quickly read it and looked back up at the wolf. He felt bad for calling it wolf. It must have a name... He began to think and he didn't even know if it was male or female if it was possible for it to have a gender. He was about to ask when the writing began to fade and the darkness returned again. From the darkness strange noises began to develop he looked around and saw ghastly spirits clawing at the windows. Their dying faces were etched with fear. Neku was scared.

"If this is what Joshua saw all the time... I don't like it."

Neku looked back at the wolf. He gave it a quick nod as to assure it. Suddenly a loud crash filled the silent road. He looked back and saw the ghosts beginning to crack the glass on the window.
"Let's go!"
Neku began running down the road. He didn't know where he was off to but he knew that he just needed to get out of that place. Their quick steps on the dirt were the only thing that resonated through the town.

[Yellow Flash]

(OOC: shadowaxel, you got eliminated, so im gonna ignore your post)

Shikamaru frowned. The ghostlike being was getting closer, closer. It seemed to bend down and where it face should be, it was like looking into the deepest, darkest abyss.

"AwaKeN."

Suddenly, he felt immense pain on his head, as if it was being gridded repetitively. He yelled in pain, for it was never-ending. He shuddered and squirmed until, long last, mercifully, the pain ended. He groaned, flinching. He looked up from his position on the floor and the ghoast stared at him, or at least seemed to.

"An IlLusIOn WaS pLACed uPon YOU by ThoSE WHo wish YOU HarM. I wILl PROteCT OuR Flag, For WE arE in ThE SaMe sIdE. Go.

That was all it said and it floated to it place in front of the glittering flag. Shikamaru shuddered and stood and nodded in the ghost's direction. It was wise to not contradict the dead. Remembering the flag he had take where he thought was his base, he searched his pockets, but didnt find it. It seemed like he had been trapped in a genjutsu of some sort. He shrugged and left the Court House, his base and moved towards the Train Station.

He went cautiously, opening the door slowly. It was empty and the flag stood where he had seen it before. Slowly, he made a couple of sings and sent his shadow towards the flag. He manipulated the shadow from his relatively safe position at the door and the shadow grabbed the flag and tossed it his way. Shikamaru grabbed it and tucked it safely in one of the scroll pockets on his flak jacket.

Well, that went rather uneventful. Not that im not glad. But...it was too easy.

Shrugging, he turned and left, making his way towards his base.


OOC: I already took your flag and its been 12 hours....sorry

Peter finally stopped running as he realized that nobody was actually chasing him. What a relief…. Peter thought to himself as he started walking back to the monster that was waiting with the other flags. As he walked he suddenly felt a force stopping him, he looked ahead and saw three ghosts stopping his path. They can’t see me…. Peter thought to himself confidently and started to walk past them, however he was thrown back violently. The ghosts then looked at him and spoke, in deep, cold voices. We can see you….to past us…. you must answer these questions three…

Peter shuddered and turned to run in the other direction, but his path was blocked by another three ghosts, it seemed that he was trapped and he needed to answer questions to get out. He would have to use his brain, instead of blasting his way through the way he had done before in so many situations. Turning to the ghosts he spoke, “Fine….what are your questions?” The ghosts smiled as the young man in front of them agreed to their terms. The first question…..What is your name? The ghost smiled, evilly at Peter.

“um….Peter Petrelli?” Peter answered thinking it was a trick; however the ghost’s smile fell and it muttered the word Correct….. It then turned to the next ghostly figure, who looked like a murdered girl. Second question….What is your favorite colour? She also grinned evilly. Peter just shook his head and barked out the answer. “Blue….” The girl, ghost backed away and turned to the last ghost, who looked like a scientist. Final question….Is it possible to create a time paradox? This ghost did not grin, knowing that his question would not be answered.

It was then that Peter smiled; the ghost thought this was a tricky question, but it didn’t know he was a time traveler. He quickly thought about his answer and then opened his mouth to respond. “It is sort of possible to create a time paradox, for example you could become your own grandpa because you are changing the past. However you cannot change the reason you went back in time, for example if you went to save someone’s life then you could not, since the person would not be dead in the future and thus you would have no reason to go back in time. There is one way to make a paradox however, but you would need a very powerful time traveler to keep the paradox in place…” Peter finished his question, and smiled as the ghost retreated, muttering something about a Tardis. The ghosts then faded away.

Peter quickly ran up to the monster that was guarding the other flags and handed him the newest flag, taken from the train station. “Another one bites the dust….” He said as he stuck the flag into the ground, and looked out over the city.

[Axel never dies]

OOC: I already took your flag and its been 12 hours....sorry

Peter finally stopped running as he realized that nobody was actually chasing him. What a relief…. Peter thought to himself as he started walking back to the monster that was waiting with the other flags. As he walked he suddenly felt a force stopping him, he looked ahead and saw three ghosts stopping his path. They can’t see me…. Peter thought to himself confidently and started to walk past them, however he was thrown back violently. The ghosts then looked at him and spoke, in deep, cold voices. We can see you….to past us…. you must answer these questions three…

Peter shuddered and turned to run in the other direction, but his path was blocked by another three ghosts, it seemed that he was trapped and he needed to answer questions to get out. He would have to use his brain, instead of blasting his way through the way he had done before in so many situations. Turning to the ghosts he spoke, “Fine….what are your questions?” The ghosts smiled as the young man in front of them agreed to their terms. The first question…..What is your name? The ghost smiled, evilly at Peter.

“um….Peter Petrelli?” Peter answered thinking it was a trick; however the ghost’s smile fell and it muttered the word Correct….. It then turned to the next ghostly figure, who looked like a murdered girl. Second question….What is your favorite colour? She also grinned evilly. Peter just shook his head and barked out the answer. “Blue….” The girl, ghost backed away and turned to the last ghost, who looked like a scientist. Final question….Is it possible to create a time paradox? This ghost did not grin, knowing that his question would not be answered.

It was then that Peter smiled; the ghost thought this was a tricky question, but it didn’t know he was a time traveler. He quickly thought about his answer and then opened his mouth to respond. “It is sort of possible to create a time paradox, for example you could become your own grandpa because you are changing the past. However you cannot change the reason you went back in time, for example if you went to save someone’s life then you could not, since the person would not be dead in the future and thus you would have no reason to go back in time. There is one way to make a paradox however, but you would need a very powerful time traveler to keep the paradox in place…” Peter finished his question, and smiled as the ghost retreated, muttering something about a Tardis. The ghosts then faded away.

Peter quickly ran up to the monster that was guarding the other flags and handed him the newest flag, taken from the train station. “Another one bites the dust….” He said as he stuck the flag into the ground, and looked out over the city.

Black WarGraymon turned to the man as he was there. "I saw what happened...the ghost came out." He said as he looked at the flag. "That makes three including ours. From the looks of things twelve hours has past making the first one you took ours." He said as he thought of the ghost. "Could that be the work of Reapermon? He has always plated using illusions but these were not illusion they gave out a strong energy wave. Meaning that they weer real and not an illusion." He thought as he looked over at the man. "Well, good work now it's time to get the next one. It seems that the activate level has grew since the last time you were here."He said as he walked to the closes exit.

He was on the edge of the window as he pointed at the a building saying 'Goods Shop.' "I cant feel a lot of movement but there is energy flow come from it." He said as he looked at the man. "It's your pick go there and see what there is or go look for another flag that might be free for your sticky fingers." He said as he gave a smirk at the man. At the same second he gave the smirk it vanished making it hard to tell if he ever gave of a smirk. "Well what is your choice." Black WarGraymon said as he fallowed it up with a loud roar.

[Xuan]

Rain poured on his battered soul relentlessly for reality was true, and yet there was no rain. Anger ignited surged forth to burn the one attachment that had brought failure far too early, yet Jedi training say not. He turned to face Master Yoda once more, knowing fully that it was not his fault that his awakening came late. No one can be blamed for fate's cruel joke.

Luke stared at the Jedi Master and wiped his face, imaginary water still dripping down his neck like thick, wet blood. The strong, age filled face mirrored his wordlessly, waiting for his next move. All the sudden Luke realized how grown up he truly is, even though trapped in a body of eighteen. Yes, trapped - I maybe young again, but twas an illusion. Nothing more, nothing less. I have much to learn, yet. A small ray of hope finally shone into his heart, the long gone feeling of joy - Mara, Ben, Han, Leia... Jaina. So much I owe them, and yet nothing I do owe...

"All, the Will of the Force, Master Yoda." A smile crept on to his face, completely oblivious to his gloomy surroundings but only his friend, his equal - no. His Master. For we all have much to learn from each other, forever.

"Well now, shall we move on? The faster we end this, the faster we can go - home." Though the memories of past filled with gaps and holes still plagued deeply, Luke Skywalker was no longer confused. Together they spun across the deathly stage and towards a new territory, the enemy's.

A look around showed signs of massive outdoor human activities a long time ago, preserved even till now. Various rows of rotten and crumbling stores stacked along the dark streets, where empty barrels and dust filled cargos hid themselves at the furthest end of the supply routes. A further reading revealed more signs of trade: Stacks of rusty knives, broken pots, and solid sculptures of ancient civilization. These are the only things that remained untouched by time. A place of trades where humans are the most populated and so blasphemous in numbers that it left its mark on this wretched lands.

A flag stood right in the middle of the ruins. With ease, Luke grabbed the flag and hid it within the confines of his robes. No one, not even Force users can steal it without a fight.

A grin popped into his face as he faced Yoda and spoke, "Can you guess which place we have just captured, Master?"

[Wzrdto25]

Maka and Soul laughed, the flag they had received from the stables was in their possession. Having retrieved it they had more property and teammates bestowed unto them. Shrugging the flag off Maka handed it to Soul. "You will got get the last one, after securing them and placing them with me." He slipped out the door and he handed over the flags to her. They had a lot of territory now and it was Soul's last chance to see to it that he had secured all of them. He slipped out the back entrance and sealed the door behind him, by piling boxes on top of each other. Then, taking off down the street he found the deserted town square. He paused for a minute, this was their territory, so he need not concern himself. He made his way further into the back of the alleys and found a road that led to a tall building standing in the distance, he crept up to it, using the stealth tips Black Star had taught him, once again. Keep your sense open, keep your path silent. He made his way for a window on the second story and slid into the top of it silently hitting the ground and making his way through the building until he reached the bottom. It was a polite setting, plenty of rooms to keep his interest, he peeked in several on his way to the ground floor. He spied it amongst the front desk and slid it into his pocket. He went back the way he came and snickered once down the street. He had caught himself another one. He took off running, in the maze of the town only a few buildings stood in his way. He reached the Saloon quickly and found the secret entrance. He startled Maka and handed her the flag. "Sorry almost met our goal, a few more flags and we win." Maka smirked. "Great job Stealthy."

[Yellow Flash]

Black WarGraymon turned to the man as he was there. "I saw what happened...the ghost came out." He said as he looked at the flag. "That makes three including ours. From the looks of things twelve hours has past making the first one you took ours." He said as he thought of the ghost. "Could that be the work of Reapermon? He has always plated using illusions but these were not illusion they gave out a strong energy wave. Meaning that they weer real and not an illusion." He thought as he looked over at the man. "Well, good work now it's time to get the next one. It seems that the activate level has grew since the last time you were here."He said as he walked to the closes exit.

He was on the edge of the window as he pointed at the a building saying 'Goods Shop.' "I cant feel a lot of movement but there is energy flow come from it." He said as he looked at the man. "It's your pick go there and see what there is or go look for another flag that might be free for your sticky fingers." He said as he gave a smirk at the man. At the same second he gave the smirk it vanished making it hard to tell if he ever gave of a smirk. "Well what is your choice." Black WarGraymon said as he fallowed it up with a loud roar.

Peter nodded as he listened to Black WarGraymon, he then looked at the newest flag they had captured and saw that it had stopped flashing. “This flag is also ours…” Peter said as he looked out at the city, trying to see where the other flags were. He then gave a massive yawn and got ready to turn invisible again. Hearing what the beast next to him had said, he laughed as he looked at his fingers and wiggled them happily. “I suppose they are a bit sticky!” Still laughing he turned invisible and flew down towards the ground.

He landed lightly and yet of on an easy jog to the “Goods Shop….” However before he even got there he could feel that there wasn’t a flag. Looking around he could see the signs of a battle, even though the fighters weren’t there anymore. Shrugging he slowly walked over to the window and peeked through, he could clearly see a flag post, but no flag. There must be another team collecting flags…. Peter thought to himself as he walked away from the window and looked around for the other team.

He saw a sign swaying in the breeze with the title of “Saloon” on it, shrugging again, Peter crept over to the shop and tried to peak through one of the door windows. He could not see anything as it was all blocked with chairs and the like. I wonder if the other team is in there…. Peter than quickly rose back into the air and flew back to Black WarGraymon. Landing and turning visible again, Peter spoke. “It seems that the Goods Shop has been taken…although the Saloon seems active….should we?” He let the question hang, not really wanting to take on another team, scared that his killing side would come out again.

[Tidus Shuyin]

Marcus frowned, as he had learned after awaking again he was under another person's lead. And in note were more two words - "Protect Saloon". Marcus looked around and saw himself in some kind of old westerns town. If I don't mistake, Saloon is building with... ahh, who I am kidding. I don't even know what the saloon looks like!

For some minutes Marcus wandered around town, all alone. "Hey, Boss!" he heard a distant shout. He looked at direction from witch shout came. Agumon was standing to one of large buildings and waving with his hands for signalizing Marcus to go there, where he is. Marcus without wasting any time ran to place where Agumon was. "Boss, you awake finally? This is the building we must protect!" Agumon explained. "And you konklehead couldn't wake me up?" Marcus shouted. He didn't wake for answer. Instead - he entered the building and looked around. "We must secure the flag and we can't let anyone to take it!" Agumon continued. Marcus looked ar Agumon and opened his mouth wanting to say something but he stopped. How does Agumon konws this stuff? Marcus sat down at nearby chair, for guarding the flag. Agumon in mean time, was standing to nearest window, watching for nobody to enter.

[Sora's Shadow]

Shikamaru ran as fast as he could to the Court House. He gripped the flag he had retrieved from the Train Station and he stood before the ghost.

"I got one." He said simply. The ghost thought, seemed to shake his head.

"No. YoU Had BeeN stUcK iN ThAT IlLuSioN fOr SoMe TiMe Now. I haD ThoUghT I hAd DIspeLLed iT. I HavE fAiLeD oNce More. OuR flAG, iT IS gONe. ForGIvE Me."

Shikamaru frowned as the ghost moved towards him and went through him. Then, things seemed to be more clear to him. He looked down at himself and saw the crusted pants that had fallen in a puddle of milk not too long ago. He remembered events that seemed hazy to him, how he went on a sugar rage and almost killed a person, but transported here before he could do so. And he remembered the message.

""Protect your flag, like we failed to do so, and get your enemy's least you wont survive in this hell."

Had he failed? Yes, he had. The flag was not there. That meant he was off to die. But in his clearer memory, he remember another part of the message.

"If you fail to protect your flag, you will lose your will and so, follow the team who had take you flag."

That meant he was under a different team now. But which one? He turned, looking for the ghost to ask him this question, but it was nowhere to be found. He moved to the grime-stained window and looked outside. The world looked bleak, the first rays of light barely surpassing the shield of dark, angry looking clouds.

Scratching the back of his head, he left the Court House.

What have I gotten myself into?

[rzgrz]

Rain poured on his battered soul relentlessly for reality was true, and yet there was no rain. Anger ignited surged forth to burn the one attachment that had brought failure far too early, yet Jedi training say not. He turned to face Master Yoda once more, knowing fully that it was not his fault that his awakening came late. No one can be blamed for fate's cruel joke.

Luke stared at the Jedi Master and wiped his face, imaginary water still dripping down his neck like thick, wet blood. The strong, age filled face mirrored his wordlessly, waiting for his next move. All the sudden Luke realized how grown up he truly is, even though trapped in a body of eighteen. Yes, trapped - I maybe young again, but twas an illusion. Nothing more, nothing less. I have much to learn, yet. A small ray of hope finally shone into his heart, the long gone feeling of joy - Mara, Ben, Han, Leia... Jaina. So much I owe them, and yet nothing I do owe...

"All, the Will of the Force, Master Yoda." A smile crept on to his face, completely oblivious to his gloomy surroundings but only his friend, his equal - no. His Master. For we all have much to learn from each other, forever.

"Well now, shall we move on? The faster we end this, the faster we can go - home." Though the memories of past filled with gaps and holes still plagued deeply, Luke Skywalker was no longer confused. Together they spun across the deathly stage and towards a new territory, the enemy's.

A look around showed signs of massive outdoor human activities a long time ago, preserved even till now. Various rows of rotten and crumbling stores stacked along the dark streets, where empty barrels and dust filled cargos hid themselves at the furthest end of the supply routes. A further reading revealed more signs of trade: Stacks of rusty knives, broken pots, and solid sculptures of ancient civilization. These are the only things that remained untouched by time. A place of trades where humans are the most populated and so blasphemous in numbers that it left its mark on this wretched lands.

A flag stood right in the middle of the ruins. With ease, Luke grabbed the flag and hid it within the confines of his robes. No one, not even Force users can steal it without a fight.

A grin popped into his face as he faced Yoda and spoke, "Can you guess which place we have just captured, Master?"
Yoda stared at the tall voided padawan and smiled with a sign of relief as he talk. Luke had finally understood the way to the force. All he could do was nod in agreement to the man as he looked around. "The market we have, yes?" he said as his heart was finally at ease as his padawan, now a master in his eyes, had tucked the flag away.

Their new leader would be greatfull of the easy capture and now since both Jedi were together, they would be hard to defeat. Now we stand together. Now we will win. Even if it's for another team.

He carried out his stick and walked aside Luke and spoke to him. "Defend the flag we must, but strategy we must have now" Yoda said to him because now Luke had the flag and the enemy that owned it would be coming after him.

[Chaser's Apprentice]

Maka and Soul laughed, the flag they had received from the stables was in their possession. Having retrieved it they had more property and teammates bestowed unto them. Shrugging the flag off Maka handed it to Soul. "You will got get the last one, after securing them and placing them with me." He slipped out the door and he handed over the flags to her. They had a lot of territory now and it was Soul's last chance to see to it that he had secured all of them. He slipped out the back entrance and sealed the door behind him, by piling boxes on top of each other. Then, taking off down the street he found the deserted town square. He paused for a minute, this was their territory, so he need not concern himself. He made his way further into the back of the alleys and found a road that led to a tall building standing in the distance, he crept up to it, using the stealth tips Black Star had taught him, once again. Keep your sense open, keep your path silent. He made his way for a window on the second story and slid into the top of it silently hitting the ground and making his way through the building until he reached the bottom. It was a polite setting, plenty of rooms to keep his interest, he peeked in several on his way to the ground floor. He spied it amongst the front desk and slid it into his pocket. He went back the way he came and snickered once down the street. He had caught himself another one. He took off running, in the maze of the town only a few buildings stood in his way. He reached the Saloon quickly and found the secret entrance. He startled Maka and handed her the flag. "Sorry almost met our goal, a few more flags and we win." Maka smirked. "Great job Stealthy."

This godforsaken inn confronted a state of infinite repose: death of all mobility, petrified like that of some insect rooted into an amber crystal. Amber – that crusty, lightly toasted terra-cotta color, it embodied the rusty, iron marbles locked into Rogue's face that now screened over her immobilized surroundings. Here, time was oblivion. The supreme clock of the god's Shangri-la above, mogul of all ages and eras and epochs, must have been playing nasty tricks on Rogue's mind. Its icy hands were a couplet, a thespian composition of twain tickling the filthy, western town Rogue now resided in. She could infer that this reality was a fossil in view of its lifeless, comatose features: windows, binary, that daybreak's aurora spilled into and the pastiche of incongruent items like soup cans and wool sweaters unmoving, fossilized on the aged, oak-textured floorboards. Perhaps, after the countless years and generations squandered in a subterranean, fossilized state, this reality would be unearthed by some other alternate dimension that Rogue, Claire, and Lulu could wake up to.

Not likely...

Rogue stirred herself from her dreamy soliloquy, shuffling her spindly, unbalanced legs to remain upright. She found herself screening her environment yet again, finding nothing but the same hollow potpourri of things forgotten or never conceived, looking very much like the drainpipe of the Bermuda Triangle. A recurrence of events – Rogue must have been thrown into an endless circuit of affairs, monotonous affairs of her simply fantasizing about silly, childish things that she would never attain. This was just another stupid, harlequin antic by the god's omniscient clock.

Something had been distorted between this recurrence and the last, however. Rogue's otherworldly abilities, her uncanny seventh sense, could detect the disturbance. Something was... missing... or perhaps displaced. She danced frantically to the ebb and flow of reality's frayed edges fluttering in the jagged winds, trying to find the discrepancy. What was missing from this place, the prelude of Pandora's box, of all things was...

“The flag!” Rogue bounced athwart, plodding her leather galoshes on the decayed, wooden floor. Like a cartoon character, she created energy from naught, making her way to the site of her otherwise fatal mishap. Perhaps this was some better, alternate dimension that Rogue had woken up to; their flag had vanished, so perhaps this sick, sadistic game they were playing had as well. How foolish. Rogue was no fool; she immediately sprinted out the inn's crippled, fractured French doors, wooden thresholds steering her to grim, nameless boulevards of sand and dust. The marvelous seventh sense that Rogue possessed guided her down the path of this bandit. She sensed an agitation in the atmosphere caused by the imbecile. These instincts led her to another smaller, though equally decayed building, the words “Da Saloon” written in enormous, iron letters on its wooden facet. It took only seconds for Rogue to find the hellions... both of them... They were clad in saggy, black oriental regalia.

“Hey! Don't think I don't see you! Give us our flag back!”

-fin-

[VenFan]

"They're running off with our flag!"

"There's the flag!"

"Protect the flag before the others steal it!"


Suddenly, the vast, desolate field scattered with wooden structures didn't seem so desolate anymore...

These pieces of cloth wrapped insipidly around a thin, fragile twig rang in Lulu's head, along with the obsessive sentences which they coupled themselves with. The purpose of such a seemingly trivial item befuddled her, as did the ambitions of the mindless competitors scurrying around the scorching terrain. What would the significance of a flag bring? So many flag-related statements rushed through her mind... It was difficult for her to piece together the obvious facts to make a clear deduction of her objective.

Flags that required protection... Protection from what, exactly? Someone would need them for something, which is why they were being protected in the first place. Those who protected their respective flags were making an attempt to avoid it from being captured. Capture...

Capture the Flag! Lulu felt foolish, though she could not afford to mope about it at the moment. She had an objective to meet if she was to survive. The Mage turned her head, getting a slight visual on Rogue from her peripheral view as she raced out of the Inn. As the door to the entrance burst open, Lulu's deep crimson eyes picked up on another large structure from her angle...

She followed Rogues heavy path out of the Inn and toward her next destination - the Saloon. Difficulty ensued as Lulu attempted to scurry her way to the immense building. The excessive amounts of clothing around her deterred her already-scarce stamina. The jingling of steel belts filled her ears, along with the constant yelling and screaming of flags that asphyxiated her. Her legs grew frail, and her smooth face became flushed of almost any remaining color.

A sea of glasses and maple tables filled her vision as the entrance swung open. Her head shifted to and fro, her lengthy braided hair following the motion. Her eyes caught only wood and alcohol, attempting to locate the item of her pretension. Wood, alcohol...

...And the constant flapping of a small, square cloth standing tall on a rough, timber stool. The woman pushed her exhausted body forward, nearly dripping on her heavy, black gown. Her chest fell forward, pointing to the flag only an arms-length away from it. Her polished, manicured fingers floated above the small cloth before resting upon it. The texture surprised her - the feeling of silk made her hand tingle in delight. Her palm lightly rested on its body. Finally lifting the symbol with ease, the Mage flung her body to the opposite angle.

Ignoring her apparent fatigue, Lulu hustled to her previous location and to her victory.

[rzgrz]

As yoda stood there amused that a flag had finally been stollen he felt something deep inside of him. His ears ears twitched as he tilted his head in a downward motion. His body began to have no control. The force had curpassed control and took his soul to view what was so restless. A person had enterd into their new base and taken what was rightfully theirs. Yoda's soul had re-entered into him and took a mind of it's own.

Jumping from roof to roof he quickly moved as if he was on air. The person started to move as well to go back to their base. This will end here. He quickly jumped once more and landed a few feet right in front of the person with his sabre drawn. Sparks flew from the kenetic drop meet with his green blade. Anger rushed through his body as he let off a soft growling noise. He turned his head to show his enemy the face of the attacker who would bring him down.

[Wzrdto25]

Maka grabbed Soul's hand as the adversaries appeared at the Saloon, as if called. Maka spun him over her shoulder, resting him on her foot so at a moments notice she would be ready to attack. She did not speak for what seemed like forever, the quiet space between them seemed to explode. These were dangerous people and no one had before realized their flag stole, until it was too late. She smiled, almost taunting them to attack and brought out a little distraction of her own. She tossed Soul at a nearby window, he grabbed the flag as it flew to the woman, and it exploded open as he transformed midair and became his human form. Touching the ground he took off down an alleyway. It was a dark street and he was out of ways to see when the cold air whipped through the town, sending shivers down his spine. He could see lost souls in every direction. He needed help, he needed some form of help from someone. He kept running, even though his feet were tired, the flag tucked inside his buttoned jacket, close to his stomach but he could feel it riding up. He knew Maka's clever plans of separation were what had kept them in the lead for so long, but now, they should have stayed and fought. Soul's head was pounding. Maka all alone, against the dangerous foes that now had a choice. They could take back their flag from Soul, and probably kill him, or they could take all the other flag from Maka, but she wouldn't let them do that.

Maka was standing with the two foes and looking worriedly back and forth. Soul was fast, and he could outlast either of these foes in a race, but Maka feared for her life when it came to fights without Soul. She almost wanted to cry, but her soul power was actually overflowing. She was still in front of them, they were contemplating their choices. Maka knew she would not let them get what they wanted. He stepped out of the way as one of the women creepily did something she did not recognize. "You can try and retrieve your flag, or you can try and-" Soul emerged back from the shadows. "We're gonna kick your ass so hard, you're going to regret leaving your comfy little Inn." Soul transformed back into his Scythe mode and fell in Maka's hands. She swung him around loosely and let her power flow into him. The force was so strong that a wind whipped through the room, and sent papers and objects flying to the hole where the two enemies had come from.

[KingofheartsX]

Luffy began to wander for a bit until the smell of coal and steam made Luffy come to the conclusion that he was at the Train Station. A few minutes later he stepped onto the platform and in front of him was a train, waiting to depart, steam rising from it. But the odd thing was, nobody was on the train, no passengers nor a conducter to drive the train.
"It really was a ghost town!" Luffy thought to himself as he slowly without giving away his presence walked onto the train so he could get to the other side of the tracks without being noticed.

From what Luffy could see, no body was around. He could see the flag standing on the opposite platform, it had an insignia and that meant that no body had taken the flag yet, but at the same time, seeing as there hadn't been anyone around for quite sometime here Luffy had made up is mind as he quietly leaned out of the window of one of the trains car's and threw his arm as quietly as he could. His arm stretched and stretched until he gripped the flag and pulled it forth from the ground as slowly and as quietly as he could.

I GOT IT!!! YESSS!!!! Luffy thought happily as he grinned, with a look of comical mischeif on his face Luffy stuffed the flag in his pants. Not in the pocket though, right in his pants. The idea didn't seem strange to him, to Luffy it made sense, seeing as it would be a difficult place for someone to reach in and grab. The thought made Luffy smile even more as he crept back into the train's car and beagn making his way out of the train.

[videogame714]

"Th-the flag!"

Observing their flag be stolen right from under her nose, Clare's instinct took over: get the flag. I'm getting really sick of these games, she thought as she rushed through the inn, and out to the town, where a few were scattered about. The warrior followed her teammates' footsteps, to the Saloon, but her gaze was quickly met by the other buildings; there were so many of them in this small town. Becoming hypnotized by what could've been her life, Clare began to wander the barren streets.

"Clare! Clare, I need you to pick me up a dozen eggs from the market!"
"Okay Mom, be back in a few!"
"Mom, I'm bac- Mom!"
"Clare! It's a Yoma! Run away and save yourself!"
"No! Mom, I won't leave you!"

Recovering from her flashback, Clare found that several tears had formed under her eyes. "That Yoma might be dead now, but I have to find Raki, and kill Priscilla..." she whispered. Returning to the Saloon, its sign shining brightly in the sunlight, Clare walked up behind Rogue and Lulu. "Sorry I left, I had to do something first. Now let's get our flag back!"

[ZombiGirl]

Neku looked around the the town as he walked down a long road. Down the dusty trail a source of light was illuminating the area around it. The silhouettes of two figures stood out in the shine. Neku couldn't clearly see their outlines but he knew that two people

"...or things..."

stood there. Suddenly the light began to dim and the black night returned once again. A noise got his attention as quick steps began to approach him. Neku quickly stood his ground and waited for the monster to attack. From the shadows a large wold appeared. It was no ordinary wolf though. It was the same wolf he had seen in the airship. As he looked at it the empty feeling within him disappeared. Neku knew that they were still friends. He smiled and noticed that the wolf was flattening to dirt on the floor. His eyes widened as writing began to appear on the floor. He quickly read it and looked back up at the wolf. He felt bad for calling it wolf. It must have a name... He began to think and he didn't even know if it was male or female if it was possible for it to have a gender. He was about to ask when the writing began to fade and the darkness returned again. From the darkness strange noises began to develop he looked around and saw ghastly spirits clawing at the windows. Their dying faces were etched with fear. Neku was scared.

"If this is what Joshua saw all the time... I don't like it."

Neku looked back at the wolf. He gave it a quick nod as to assure it. Suddenly a loud crash filled the silent road. He looked back and saw the ghosts beginning to crack the glass on the window.
"Let's go!"
Neku began running down the road. He didn't know where he was off to but he knew that he just needed to get out of that place. Their quick steps on the dirt were the only thing that resonated through the town.

Amaterasu hastily followed her companion, though she was puzzled why he seemed so afraid of the spirits of the town. Her paws made light prints in the dusk, beside his footprints. In the returning night, she could tell the two ghouls were following them, as those imprisoned behind the glass wailed more intensly that ever.

As they ran, she gently pulled his shirt with her teeth, to get Neku's attention. Unworried, Ammy stopped running, and faced their undead followers. They both had human outlines and forms, but their bodies gave a deathly glow, and their eyes were red and bottomless. As they moved steadily closer, she could tell that one was male, and one was female. She wondered if they were unrequited lovers. Nevertheless. their cold, dead hands reached for them, revealing razor sharp claws.

Ammy glanced up at her companion, trying to tell him with her eyes that she could protect him from the ghosts. Slowly, she approached the pair, her heart filling with pity at their sorry state.

The ghastly spectators rattled their dusty tombs with anticipations. She leapt towards the male, and struck it with Solar Flare swiftly. The impact knocked the ghost back, and the divine flames of her weapon engulfed it's frail body instantly, sending it to a better place.

Enraged, the female gave a piercing shriek, and before the Sun Goddess could move out of the way, ran at her with her outstreched claws, wispy hair trailing behind her. One of the talons caught Amaterasu's flank, leaving a thin trail of blood of her snow-white fur.

Unfazed, she recovered immediatley, and cast Power Slash on the ghost woman. In a heartbeat, her translucent form was in two halfs, slowly sliding apart, as her blood-red eyes glazed over with a kind of peaceful look.

Amaterasu returned to Neku proudly, wagging her tail, and pausing a little to lick the blood from her wound. The spirits were gone. Yet...their presence still felt near. Ammy looked back at where she had slain them, and was shocked to see their translucent figures regeneration, bearing no damage from her attacks.

This could only mean...a curse. These foul beings were bound to this god-forsaken place.
And she could not banish them; only hold them back.

[HappyHeartless]

Maka grabbed Soul's hand as the adversaries appeared at the Saloon, as if called. Maka spun him over her shoulder, resting him on her foot so at a moments notice she would be ready to attack. She did not speak for what seemed like forever, the quiet space between them seemed to explode. These were dangerous people and no one had before realized their flag stole, until it was too late. She smiled, almost taunting them to attack and brought out a little distraction of her own. She tossed Soul at a nearby window and it exploded open as he transformed midair and became his human form. Touching the ground he took off down an alleyway. It was a dark street and he was out of ways to see when the cold air whipped through the town, sending shivers down his spine. He could see lost souls in every direction. He needed help, he needed some form of help from someone. He kept running, even though his feet were tired, the flag tucked inside his buttoned jacket, close to his stomach but he could feel it riding up. He knew Maka's clever plans of separation were what had kept them in the lead for so long, but now, they should have stayed and fought. Soul's head was pounding. Maka all alone, against the dangerous foes that now had a choice. They could take back their flag from Soul, and probably kill him, or they could take all the other flag from Maka, but she wouldn't let them do that.

Maka was standing with the two foes and looking worriedly back and forth. Soul was fast, and he could outlast either of these foes in a race, but Maka feared for her life when it came to fights without Soul. She almost wanted to cry, but her soul power was actually overflowing. She was still in front of them, they were contemplating their choices. Maka knew she would not let them get what they wanted. He stepped out of the way as one of the women creepily did something she did not recognize. "You can try and retrieve your flag, or you can try and-" Soul emerged back from the shadows. "We're gonna kick your ass so hard, you're going to regret leaving your comfy little Inn." Soul transformed back into his Scythe mode and fell in Maka's hands. She swung him around loosely and let her power flow into him. The force was so strong that a wind whipped through the room, and sent papers and objects flying to the hole where the two enemies had come from.

Delirium was walking mindlessly around in the dark streets of the even darker town. The flag she had taken earlier had disappeared in her hands, and she could feel that something had happened. She had accomplished something. Shortly after, however, a shiver went down her spine and she just knew that someone had taken the flag she was supposed to protect. She tried to contact her copy, but to no avail; it was gone. Now she was being pulled by an unknown force to a place further down the road. Everything was just right, even though she felt like she wasn’t completely in control. She was meant to walk where she was going, and even is she forcefully tried to go another way she thought she’d end up at the same place. She was getting close.

A feeling of uneasiness washed over her as she could hear various sounds coming from around the corner, but uneasiness wasn’t a feeling Delirium was particularly fond of so she shrugged it off. Around the corner Maka and Soul stood facing Lulu, Rogue and Clare, their faces burning with determination. As Delirium turned the corner the first person she saw was Maka, through the open door of the saloon, and her reactions took control. Mouth wide open and nearly drooling she laughed as she run towards Maka, then she jumped up in through the door and slapped her on the shoulder.

”yOu’rE iT! YeEeeaH!” she yelled while jumping up and down, celebrating her tiny victory. Suddenly she halted as she noticed the three others. Two of them were unfamiliar, but the one dressed in black, the one who looked like Death, she remembered that one. She could conjure fire and water, and she wasn’t friendly with Delirium at all. ”I wAs thE oNE whO sTarTeD tHe fOOd fIghT tHougH…” she thought, but it didn’t matter.
In her heart and mind she could feel that those three were her enemies, and the girl with the scythe was her teammate. She didn’t know why, but that’s the way it was, simple as that.

She looked at Maka and opened her mouth.
”UuuH, hI tHerE! Eh, agAiN! cAUse wE mEt before, yOu knOw. yOU knoW rIghT? ‘cAuSe wE diD, I thInK…”
For a moment she looked away and seemed lost, then just as sudden as she had looked away she opened her mouth again.
”aaAAaAnywHo, I gUeSs I’m sUppOseD tO help yOu!

Yeah, Delirium was going to help her. ”fOr nOw.”

[KingofheartsX]

Luffy began to wander for a bit until the smell of coal and steam made Luffy come to the conclusion that he was at the Train Station. A few minutes later he stepped onto the platform and in front of him was a train, waiting to depart, steam rising from it. But the odd thing was, nobody was on the train, no passengers nor a conducter to drive the train.
"It really was a ghost town!" Luffy thought to himself as he slowly without giving away his presence walked onto the train so he could get to the other side of the tracks without being noticed.

From what Luffy could see, no body was around. He could see the flag standing on the opposite platform, it had an insignia and that meant that no body had taken the flag yet, but at the same time, seeing as there hadn't been anyone around for quite sometime here Luffy had made up is mind as he quietly leaned out of the window of one of the trains car's and threw his arm as quietly as he could. His arm stretched and stretched until he gripped the flag and pulled it forth from the ground as slowly and as quietly as he could.

I GOT IT!!! YESSS!!!! Luffy thought happily as he grinned, with a look of comical mischeif on his face Luffy stuffed the flag in his pants. Not in the pocket though, right in his pants. The idea didn't seem strange to him, to Luffy it made sense, seeing as it would be a difficult place for someone to reach in and grab. The thought made Luffy smile even more as he crept back into the train's car and beagn making his way out of the train.

Luffy had successfully taken a flag, he thought. But a voice that echoed in his head made him relaize that the battle had just begun for him.

You have captured a flag, but to claim it as yours you must wait twelve hours, If they do not get it back, then it is yours..

"awwww...that's not fair..." Luffy mopped as he had not been the type of person to wait but if that's what he had to do, then that's what he would do.
As Luffy began to wait in patience, he began recalling times where his patience had never gotten the better of him.
The times of snaeking into the Galley-La building and rushing the Tower of Justice when he tried to rescue Robin wan more than enough of an example that Luffy was not the type of guy to wait. Especially not when his friends were in danger.

The thought of his fiends again brought him to the conclusion that he needed to win. But something wierd happened.

"Huh?" Luffy said looking in his pants.
"AHHH! The FLAG IT'S GONE!!!!" Luffy yelled as he tried looking for it but it was gone and the only thing he could do was go to the people who had taken it.

Luffy knew he needed to head to. As he left the Train Station empty he ran as fast as he could. Something in his gut told him that he needed to head to the Saloon. There was the people that had his flag, and since that was the case, he needed to protect them because he was under their control.
The thought bummed Luffy out but it didn't matter since he had to help them out.

He was forced to think of them as nakama. They we're his comrads and until this challenge was done he had to help them out no matter what.
As Luffy turned the corner he had re-entered the Town Square and passed the towering clock which usually ment that the Saloon was north of the clock. Luffy had never been good wit direction but this time he had to get there as fast as he could. He could hear the clashes of weapons and screams of people fighting which meant that the people he was meant to help could be in trouble.

"My nakama will never be hurt, I will never lose my nakama!" Luffy yelled as he ran faster and faster towards the screams.

[Number13Roxas]

Pikachu was still wandering around the town, he had not seen many people, and those he had he had avoided. He had come across a few ghosts, but thanks to his lighting he was able to evade them, just barely. As he was walking, the wind picked up and he heard a booming voice.

You have failed to protect your flag, you have been captured by the Hallowed Allies. You must report to their base of the Saloon and do as they say.

"Oh no!" he thought. While he had been going around the premises of the town aimlessly, he and his team had been captured. Distraught, he thought about what to do next. "Well, I suppose I'll have to go to the saloon" He concluded. Racking his brains, he tried to remember if he noticed a saloon while wandering the town. "I think I saw one back a little" He thought. He began to make his way to the supposed location of the saloon.

After about fifteen minutes of searching, as he ended up not knowing where it was at all, he finally located a building which had a crooked board of wood above it's doors which read, "Saloon". Nervously, he approached the doors and entered, hoping the team was kind to it's prisoners.

[Judge of Courage]

To stop all this confusion the flags are officially done away with. We will withhold this too stop teams from going out of their brain to figure a reason. I have spoken with Wzrdto25, the only active member of Hallowed Allies and he agrees to let you all be solo. The rest of the round is a free-for-all.

Battle with who you will. Sorry about the confusion this round caused. Next round will be way better, we promise.

[VenFan]

The sudden sound of smashing glass smothered her eardrums. Lulu's heart bashed into her chest in a bewildered reaction. Tiny, glossy shards of glass rushed through her, barging through her delicate skin in a spurt of crimson fluid. In an overcrowding silhouette, a bladed figure crashed through, the tiny shards covering it in a shield of destruction. It grew closer... Closer...

The precious, triumphant aura faded from Lulu's being as the texture of the flag departed from her soft palm. Her weary legs finally came to an immediate halt, still and upright. Lulu's eyes descended to her empty palm in confirmation to the flag's disappearance. A scanty gasp escaped her lips. The crimson eyes brushed past her palm and around the sea of glass. As she scanned the glistening floor, the presence of the flag could not be identified.

Another sound ensued the twinkling chaos - the crunching of glass, along with a series of footsteps.

Lulu reacted to the sound, shifting her head to the noises. As her neck rotated, her eyes picked up an unfamiliar figure. It was not the same as the one which came crashing through the windows of the building... or was it? Perceiving the figure, it appeared to be a young man, draped in a fine, silk suit. His hair, as white as fresh snow, his eyes, as crimson as Lulu's, and his hand... carrying both her and his own flag!

The man jolted past, through the glassy rubble and away from the building. Lulu's eyes seemingly grew in color, revealing her extreme passion. Her scorching debility conflicted with her scorching determination as she lunged forward, chasing after the silver-haired man with the flags in his jacket.

Her pursuit did not cease, nor did her dedication, for they both led her to a dark, abandoned alleyway. The weather decreased in temperature, sending a brisk, comforting gust through her body. The cool air would surely provide her with more energy as she escaped the exhausting heat.

Cool air... An idea invaded her mind, blocking out all opposing mental distraction.

Lulu's arm flew seemingly endlessly, following the wind flow around her. Particles of oxygen drifted around, the Mage feeling them slowly thickening around her as her arms continued to sway. The more her arms followed the air, the more the wind particles around thickened, until finally, tiny droplets of clear water took their place. Lulu's arm motion changed, swaying around her. The water droplets followed the motion, rotating around her until each droplet finally met, forming a small stream around her body.

Lulu's eyelids grew heavy, resting themselves around her eyeballs. Concentrating her mind on the water around her, Lulu's arms were swaying in a spherical motion, the water still following every motion her arms made. In a moment, the stream became a large sphere of liquid. The molecules began to further thicken as Lulu continued to concentrate, closing in on one another. Now, the water that was once merely oxygen was turning into solid ball of ice in front of her chest.

A smirk appeared on Lulu's face as her eyelids opened up. One final arm motion; the Mage pushed her arms out in a powerful thrust toward the young man. The sphere of ice zoomed through the alleyway and toward the male, just missing his face. Though it did not strike the boy, it hit it's destined target, striking her flag with near-perfect precision and accuracy.

The clothed half of the flag plopped onto the hard, rigid ground. Suddenly, it began to grow transparent, gradually vanishing from her sight. The ground underneath it became more and more visible, until finally, the flag disappeared completely from her sight...

...And back to the Inn.

[Axel never dies]

Black WarGraymon stood still as the flags he had were vanishing one by one. In his mind were questions coming to him. "What am I doing here. Why did I work with this man right now? Why? Why?" He thought as his anger grew and his questions began to pile up on himself. In a matter of seconds he began to walk to the edge of the market and looked outside of it. Some figures came out and he was staring at them.

He was growling at the fighter that came out side for a fight. "So they fight each other...I wonder who would like to challenge me." He thought as he looked back at the man. "Why who would challenge me? I'm a monster as to out it in one word." He thought as he looked back out the edge. He took one deep breath as he looked at the man once more. "You'll fight whoever you want I wont care I have a feeling that we don't work for each other...Well not for the moment that is." He said as he jumped from the top and landed on the floor. As his feet landed the earth gave some what of a shake from all his weight. His foot print was left on the ground where he landed. He stood up tall looking at the sky and gave out a loud roar that echoed all over the city.

[Number13Roxas]

After entering the saloon, Pikachu again heard the booming voice,

The flags are officially done away with, the rest of the round is a free-for-all.

"Now they tell me" He grumbled. Before anyone could notice him, he promply slipped out of the saloon. "Phew, crisis averted" He thought as he breathed a sigh of relief. Ok, if it's a free-for-all, then I'll go with all i've got! He was no longer afraid of the ghostly town, he somehow had found a new courage. He began to run through the town again, not to run away from something, but to find something. "The first person I see is gonna have a big jolt of lighting going through their body" Pikachu said with confidence as he continued to look for an opponent.

[Axel never dies]

After entering the saloon, Pikachu again heard the booming voice,

The flags are officially done away with, the rest of the round is a free-for-all.

"Now they tell me" He grumbled. Before anyone could notice him, he promply slipped out of the saloon. "Phew, crisis averted" He thought as he breathed a sigh of relief. Ok, if it's a free-for-all, then I'll go with all i've got! He was no longer afraid of the ghostly town, he somehow had found a new courage. He began to run through the town again, not to run away from something, but to find something. "The first person I see is gonna have a big jolt of lighting going through their body" Pikachu said with confidence as he continued to look for an opponent.

Black WarGraymon stood there as he saw a rotten running. It had speed and from what it speed was Black WarGraymon was able to pick up it's energy level. He was amazed, it's energy level seemed to be higher than other. "How can that little mouse carry that much energy in it." He thought as it got closer and closer to him.

Black WarGraymon began to think. "It's coming my way better attack it before it dose the same to me." He had his left arm on the floor the mouse came closer to him. "Now, Dramon Killer!" He yelled out as he rose his left arm upwards and out came a red flame. His right arm was on the floor then he rose it to fallow the other arm and a blue flame came out from it. They bother were heading to the small rotten that Black WarGraymon was senceing and seeing.

[Number13Roxas]

"What the-" Was all Pikachu's mind could process before he saw the flames heading towards him. "Pika!" He shouted as he narrowly dodged the flames that had been shot towards him. He turned to the direction of the projectiles and saw a giant black knight-like figure standing there. He was massive and covered in thick armor. Pikachu stood there surprised for a moment before recovering. "Alrighty, if it's a fight it wants it's a fight it'll get!. "Agility!" Thought Pikachu as he ran at lighting speed towards the hulking figure. "Pika Pika!" "Iron Tail!" He shouted as his tail lit up and he swun it into the iron giant before him, knocking it over.

[Yellow Flash]

Peter was standing beside Black WarGraymon when suddenly all their flags disappeared. “What the hell?” Peter thought to himself as the flags slowly faded into nothingness. Before Peter could express another thought, something flashed through his mind. There are no more flags….fight till the end….enjoy! A voice said, then disappeared. Peter looked at the massive monster that was next to him and spoke out loud. “Did you get that message too?” Peter then looked down at the ground and saw many other people and contestants running around.

As Peter watched and waited, the side effect of Sylar’s power came into his mind again. He wanted to rip, and tear people apart to find out how they ticked, to figure out how they worked and then finally kill them mercilessly. Peter laughed out loud, a laugh that he could not control. He finally cut of the disturbing laugh and looked around. Damn…what’s happening to me?.... He wondered, as he managed to shake the thoughts off. Yet a small part of him still wanted to fight, shrugging and wondering what could go wrong, he nodded to the monster. “I’m going to fight…” and without another word, jumped down into the middle of town, waiting for someone to come towards him, waiting for a fight, waiting for someone to satisfy the thirst within in him.

[Axel never dies]

"What the-" Was all Pikachu's mind could process before he saw the flames heading towards him. "Pika!" He shouted as he narrowly dodged the flames that had been shot towards him. He turned to the direction of the projectiles and saw a giant black knight-like figure standing there. He was massive and covered in thick armor. Pikachu stood there surprised for a moment before recovering. "Alrighty, if it's a fight it wants it's a fight it'll get!. "Agility!" Thought Pikachu as he ran at lighting speed towards the hulking figure. "Pika Pika!" "Iron Tail!" He shouted as his tail lit up and he swun it into the iron giant before him, knocking it over.

Black WarGraymon gave a lour roar as he saw that the mouse avoided both of the flames that were trowed at it, he was knock down to the floor by a small looking mouse. "This is not digimon. What could it be." He thought as he picked himself up. "What now.." He thought as his armor was not even damage only the impact was the thing that knock him down. He put his hands together in to a triangular formation, he low warred his head took aim at the mouse and yelled out. "Black tornado!" He ran up to the mouse and began to spin in a fast motion with speed and power and to show that he passed threw a pole that was in his way. The pole was crushed and he was heading to the mouse.

[Number13Roxas]

"Uh oh". The black knight was now spinning towards him, making a powerful tornado. He ripped out a pole that was in his way, destroying it completely. "Gotta think fast" Thought Pikachu as he was racking his brains. "Pika Pika!" "Volt Tackle!" He shouted as he gathered up all the energy he had and charged as fast as he could toward the knight-like figure. "Please work" He hoped as he grew closer and closer to the giant, until finally, they collided. The tornado, combined with the electric energy of the tackle, shot lighting bolts everywhere in sight destroying the buildings which surrounded them as smoke filled the area, with the state of the two foes unclear.

[Roxas 1994]

Geo Stelar... Please come... We have a score to settle.

A coarse, proverbial tone vibrated throughout the young hero’s cranium as he leisurely hovered into an eternal chasm of excessive obliteration, reflecting from the dim corridors of his intellect. The voice was rather eccentric, and his recollections would not concede himself to identify the tranquil, derisive pitch. But how could he reminisce when all of his preceding divine memories were deleted from the archives of his mentality? It was as if he was trying to memorize a crucial event that did not even significantly influence his psyche.

So stop playing chicken and show me some guts... Come and fight me head on!

Even though the accent felt intimidating, insensitive, and brutal, it somehow undisturbed the blue bomber. He felt as if the possessor that manipulated the keen pronunciations was united to his wholesome heart, and filtering into his supreme essence. The Gods may have eradicated his memories of his friend Zero, but they could never relinquish their colossal Brother Band. Their souls were affixed, and they always would be. They were pronounced friends, no matter how remote they were placed from each other.

You are too tense... So calm down and lets gets ready to fight this Maverick...

The syllables trickled from his tongue, preparing to utter the words his heart required to recollect. His thoughts imploded with a vibrant gleam, binding his bewildered character for a split second in time. His frail frame halted in an aerial position, suspended in the same darkness he acknowledged all too well. Anguish and desperation devoured the harvest of positive emotions dwelling within his vigorous valor. He could feel every deceitful, malevolent tentacle of shade swathe around his hands, securing him into the vacant abyss that mingled with his existence. The azure warrior’s adamant structure was beginning to depart, getting misplaced within the boundless whips of shadows.

So stand up and fight!

The avid, forceful expressions carved through his character like a metallic fragment of shrapnel, penetrating his perception. To give up would situate the inexplicable individual in vain. His union would mean nothing if he permitted his proper personality to renounce and plummet to the pressure of the fascinating shadows. He would heave his enigmatic, recognizable friend into the smudged filth, disgracing his ties with the amazing crimson hunter. He would clash, just like how he fought with Zero from the first competition.

The gold plated symbol position on his chest started to smolder, releasing a valuable glow. His fighting spirit was returning to his batter presence, enveloping his entire obstinate body. The dark tentacles recoiled, reacting to the impulsive eruption of celestial radiance. The former dusk could no longer rupture his brilliant light, even after his exceptional resolve was severely diluted. The indigo tinted contestant would just have to struggle harder, faster, and stronger to conquer any vigor that dared to make him stray from his definitive fate.

A droplet of transparent fluid revolved down into his striking russet eyes, stinging them with a horrific twinge of ache. His vision was indistinct and distorted, sharpening his other aggressive endurance instimcts. His heart propelled more and more imperative ruby liquid through his insensible limbs as he momentarily quivered from side to side, trying to stroke some sort of reference point. However, as soon as his armored core rolled to the specific region, the forceful laws of omnipotent gravity took custody over his nimble structure.

He plunged forward, and his heart almost skipped an entire pound. He could have fallen off an enormously high elevation, and now he could have been declining towards his unforeseen demise. He feared that the horrific crimson liquid that surged within his own body was forever stain the landscape beneath him. He wanted to discharge a shriek of fright, but he did not even get an opportunity. He had already clash with the resilient, wooden ground.

The sapphire pretender jolted his head upwards, rotating his head away from the tender flooring. He had only descended from the edge a few seconds ago, and he had already collided with the contemporary land. The fall must have been minor for him to still seize the bountiful atmosphere that shrouded him. He hastily caressed his eyes, casting away the intriguing enchantment that haunted his sight. To even his own revelation, he had only fallen a few inches in distance. He had initially generated on top a grimy, unaccustomed bed, but his attack of anxiety maneuvered him towards the wooden covered ground below.

The champion indolently browsed around his latest setting, examining every single aspect his lackluster intellect could delimit. His beneficial frame was located inside a diminutive, standard room. There was a solitary, cluttered bed, and it was covered in a multitude of dust particles. It looked like the room had been unscathed by human contact for several centuries.

“Fine,” MegaMan groaned as he stood up, “I’ll continue to fight.”

He slowly strolled to the decaying doorframe, pressing his ear against the bitter, dented lumber that limited him to the lone space. However, there was nothing but peace outside. Ever since he had participated in these iniquitous brawls, he had never heard the liberating rush of silence. It was so… serene.

I don’t hear anything. That’s a first.

[Axel never dies]

"Uh oh". The black knight was now spinning towards him, making a powerful tornado. He ripped out a pole that was in his way, destroying it completely. "Gotta think fast" Thought Pikachu as he was racking his brains. "Pika Pika!" "Volt Tackle!" He shouted as he gathered up all the energy he had and charged as fast as he could toward the knight-like figure. "Please work" He hoped as he grew closer and closer to the giant, until finally, they collided. The tornado, combined with the electric energy of the tackle, shot lighting bolts everywhere in sight destroying the buildings which surrounded them as smoke filled the area, with the state of the two foes unclear.

"What why is it come at me!" He questioned as the mouse attacked him with what can be described as an tackle of thunder. The static flew from left to right and right to left. "This is harder that I thought." He thought as he only saw a yellow blur from the speed that he was going in. "Think what now I need to throw this rat off from me. Maybe if I can only get one arm free I might be able to use War blaster" He thought as he used all his strength and was able to pull out his left arm from the tornado that he was in. His left arm was out and it began to glow in a greenish glow. "Okay now if I were to put it back in to the tornado most likely I would land a hit ." He thought as he pulled his arm back in when it was bright green. "War Blaster!" He yelled out as his left arm began to shoots green projectiles outward to the yellow mouse.

[Firesnake]

With his Sitar firmly grasped in between his boney fingers he emerged from the Saloon. He had hidden from the chaos, waiting for this moment. Once again, all is wrapped in fight, a little tune should be able to soothe the beast that is fight. He slowly stretched his arms and cracked his fingers before reaching to the strings of his magical instrument. Let's get it going.

As he slowly moved his hand over the strings, a calm but very audible music echoed over the heads of the contestants. A geyser of water emerged beneath his feet as he played and the ground underneath sprouted grass as soon as it came in contact with the water. The music of souls, El incanta inventum. He thought as from the original geyser more separate geysers emerged which spread a mist of water across the ghost town. Although at night it is filled with horrors here, during the day it's only as nice as you make it.

A colorful rainbow danced around through the mist as he placed himself on top of the saloon. He had stopped playing and looked upon all the other people gathered here. Sad, his heart felt when he saw fighting and turmoil and he sighed. "I told them they'd picked the wrong guy for this." He mumbled as slowly moved his hand over his face. "I-I can't fight." Slowly it dawned to him as he sat down on the roof with his legs hanging over the side. His coat limited his movements as he stretched his legs and yawned. "I think it's time for me to do the world one more favor before leaving it for good."

Up onto his feet he crawled once again, with a shimmer in his eye that had been gone ever since the traitor nearly reduced his body to ashes. With his Sitar still clutched in between his fists he made a sudden movement forward and shattered the faithful instrument on his knee. Water, as tears, ran from the side and dripped upon his shoes. "My old friend, this is truly, the end." This he said as he closed his eyes and gave a wry smile.

All his power flowed to the center of his body as he floated up, a little into the air. As he had stored all his power he opened his eyes directed all his power towards the sky. As he fell back onto the roof, clouds rapidly started to form all across the desert. His feet started to fade as the first droplets fell from the sky. He smiled as he saw green emerge where there once only was brown and gray. "Finally, I can rest in peace." He said as a droplet fell onto his face and slid down in reminiscence of a tear. And as the droplet fell onto the roof, he was gone.

[Tidus Shuyin]

It ends, now. Marcus was done with flag guarding. Because the flag had disappeared. He was eager to start some battle. For days he hadn't had any chance for battling with some strong opponents. "Agumon, we are going." Marcus said slowly and with his fist hit his other palm. "Right, boss!" Agumon nodded and both ran off to the unknown.

Marcus remembered his days at the Digital World. He hadn't visited his family for years now. Whole time he spent in the Digital World to return order at that place after their God's disappearance. Massive fights crossed the land as everyone wanted their own peace of Digital World, causing the possibility of the world's collapse. Every day Marcus and Agumon fought tens of Digimons just to explain the situation. He could only imagine what kind of Chaos had started after his disappearance but now, he was fight through a new competition, dragged out from the Digital World.

Marcus sighed. He just couldn't imagine that he once had life, where he fought some gangs for fun. At the day, when he met Agumon, his life completely changed, bringing him a new view to the world. He even found his lost father who many years ago had traveled to the Digital World, seeking peace between two worlds, that is, until Kurata made things went into almost Apocalypse.

It wan't time to drown into memories, and Marcus knew it. But that all totally fitted with situation in which Daimon was now - fighting for his way back to home. After this, I will return to the Real World and visit my friends and family. It's ben too long and I seem forget them already. Both Marcus and Agumon were ready to pick a fight with first one, who will block their way.

[Sora's Shadow]

Shivering as the few raindrops met his unprotected forehead, Shikamaru dropped from the window at the Court House.

"Teammates are no more, neither are flags, all are enemies, and fight if you wish to survive."

The confusion was gone, also was the slightly safe feeling of having a teammate, they were all enemies now. He grunted as he ran, senses alert and hoping not to find a hard opponent. If he got lucky and won, he might just watch the storming clouds.

The rain had gotten harder and he felt his high-end ponytail get wet, so he shrugged and let it down. He randomly picked a building and ran inside. The person who was in there surprised him.

How do I get myself into these situations?

Megaman stood proudly by the doorframe and Shikamaru groaned. The cobalt-wearing warrior was the least person he wanted to fight. He prepared his stance, hands at his kunai pouch and greeted the teen who was once his ally.

"Hey, Geo."

[Xuan]

All the sudden a lift of light flowed through his veins. No, it literally lifted his entire body as if feather light, and yet he was the man no more than a second ago. "This... Strength. The Force is so strong! Master!" Luke spun around to watch Yoda, and to no one's surprise the green alien was experiencing the exact same release of... of what?

Freedom. An Answer that shook the foundation of every belief existed. Freedom. He would weep if he wasn't eighteen, but blast it! Luke's eyes were red as his face were smiling with joy. Somehow, a lock has been opened, a chain broken. And that was all that was meant to be.

"Let's go." Suddenly he understood that the chain was the game, it held no more power over them. Why he knew not... Only that there was a score to settle yet. Without waiting, he went in search for Maka and Soul.

[rzgrz]

Yoda felt the empowerment of the force release from his body. The bars that were place on the arms of his freedom had been removed. The gods had done this once again to him. The anger had died down as he was release to do whatever he pleased. The energy that flowed through his body had calmed to a steady flow. What he experienced was that of what a dark lord would be doing twenty-four seven. The voice said to him that it was now a free for all. Who would be his first target?

He decided he would wait inside the saloon rather to look for a fight. No one rally posed as a threat to him sides the one that imprisoned him. But with Luke off to fight, he should ultimately help. Yoda contemplated verry hard before walking into the rundown building. If he helped Luke then they would ultimately win, but if he didn't then Luke would have a serious thorn.

He decided on helping his friend. Together they could pose out victorious. as he cought up to Luke, he noticed how bent the man was on destroying this Maka and Soul. Yoda could not do much more than to agree with him as well because of being imprisoned along side Luke. "Strike swiftly we shall, Move in unison is the key to victory" he said as they grew ever so closely to their target.

[KingofheartsX]

Geo Stelar... Please come... We have a score to settle.

A coarse, proverbial tone vibrated throughout the young hero’s cranium as he leisurely hovered into an eternal chasm of excessive obliteration, reflecting from the dim corridors of his intellect. The voice was rather eccentric, and his recollections would not concede himself to identify the tranquil, derisive pitch. But how could he reminisce when all of his preceding divine memories were deleted from the archives of his mentality? It was as if he was trying to memorize a crucial event that did not even significantly influence his psyche.

So stop playing chicken and show me some guts... Come and fight me head on!

Even though the accent felt intimidating, insensitive, and brutal, it somehow undisturbed the blue bomber. He felt as if the possessor that manipulated the keen pronunciations was united to his wholesome heart, and filtering into his supreme essence. The Gods may have eradicated his memories of his friend Zero, but they could never relinquish their colossal Brother Band. Their souls were affixed, and they always would be. They were pronounced friends, no matter how remote they were placed from each other.

You are too tense... So calm down and lets gets ready to fight this Maverick...

The syllables trickled from his tongue, preparing to utter the words his heart required to recollect. His thoughts imploded with a vibrant gleam, binding his bewildered character for a split second in time. His frail frame halted in an aerial position, suspended in the same darkness he acknowledged all too well. Anguish and desperation devoured the harvest of positive emotions dwelling within his vigorous valor. He could feel every deceitful, malevolent tentacle of shade swathe around his hands, securing him into the vacant abyss that mingled with his existence. The azure warrior’s adamant structure was beginning to depart, getting misplaced within the boundless whips of shadows.

So stand up and fight!

The avid, forceful expressions carved through his character like a metallic fragment of shrapnel, penetrating his perception. To give up would situate the inexplicable individual in vain. His union would mean nothing if he permitted his proper personality to renounce and plummet to the pressure of the fascinating shadows. He would heave his enigmatic, recognizable friend into the smudged filth, disgracing his ties with the amazing crimson hunter. He would clash, just like how he fought with Zero from the first competition.

The gold plated symbol position on his chest started to smolder, releasing a valuable glow. His fighting spirit was returning to his batter presence, enveloping his entire obstinate body. The dark tentacles recoiled, reacting to the impulsive eruption of celestial radiance. The former dusk could no longer rupture his brilliant light, even after his exceptional resolve was severely diluted. The indigo tinted contestant would just have to struggle harder, faster, and stronger to conquer any vigor that dared to make him stray from his definitive fate.

A droplet of transparent fluid revolved down into his striking russet eyes, stinging them with a horrific twinge of ache. His vision was indistinct and distorted, sharpening his other aggressive endurance instimcts. His heart propelled more and more imperative ruby liquid through his insensible limbs as he momentarily quivered from side to side, trying to stroke some sort of reference point. However, as soon as his armored core rolled to the specific region, the forceful laws of omnipotent gravity took custody over his nimble structure.

He plunged forward, and his heart almost skipped an entire pound. He could have fallen off an enormously high elevation, and now he could have been declining towards his unforeseen demise. He feared that the horrific crimson liquid that surged within his own body was forever stain the landscape beneath him. He wanted to discharge a shriek of fright, but he did not even get an opportunity. He had already clash with the resilient, wooden ground.

The sapphire pretender jolted his head upwards, rotating his head away from the tender flooring. He had only descended from the edge a few seconds ago, and he had already collided with the contemporary land. The fall must have been minor for him to still seize the bountiful atmosphere that shrouded him. He hastily caressed his eyes, casting away the intriguing enchantment that haunted his sight. To even his own revelation, he had only fallen a few inches in distance. He had initially generated on top a grimy, unaccustomed bed, but his attack of anxiety maneuvered him towards the wooden covered ground below.

The champion indolently browsed around his latest setting, examining every single aspect his lackluster intellect could delimit. His beneficial frame was located inside a diminutive, standard room. There was a solitary, cluttered bed, and it was covered in a multitude of dust particles. It looked like the room had been unscathed by human contact for several centuries.

“Fine,” MegaMan groaned as he stood up, “I’ll continue to fight.”

He slowly strolled to the decaying doorframe, pressing his ear against the bitter, dented lumber that limited him to the lone space. However, there was nothing but peace outside. Ever since he had participated in these iniquitous brawls, he had never heard the liberating rush of silence. It was so… serene.

I don’t hear anything. That’s a first.

Luffy finally came to a clearing in which there were a few houses here and there scattered accordingly. "This doesn't look like the Saloon?" Luffy thought as he scratched his head trying to figure out a way to get there, but at the same time wondering how he got lost.
As he turned around he could see something moving in the distance.

Inside one of the houses he could see a small figure, because of the absence of light Luffy couldn't make out much more than that.
"Oih!" Luffy yelled trying to get a rise out of the figure.
"Wanna come out here and tell me what the hell your doing here?!"
Luffy's anger had reached it's peak, everything wasn't going his way and he needed to get back to his nakama. If this was the only way to do it Luffy would.

[Number13Roxas]

Pikachu looked to the knight. It was now firing green missiles at him. "Pika!" "Thunder!" He exclaimed. He attempted to block the incoming missiles by shooting them with lighting. The missiles however where coming toon fast and he was soon hit. "Gahhh!" He was knocked back into one of the buildings behind him, making it collapse. There was nothing left but rubble as he tried to pull himself out, however he was almost totally buried. He could see the knight coming towards him as he was helplessly crushed. "P-Pika" He said faintly. He had once last chance, using all of his electric energy, he unleashed the greatest bolt of lighting he could muster, and shot it at the giant. It was a direct hit as he saw the knight fall to the floor, however, he was unable to tell it's condition as he lost conciousness, having used the last of his energy.

[Axel never dies]

Black WarGraymon laugh an evil laugh that sends chills past all your body. He soon looked up and the mouse was glowing in yellowish glow then thunder came out from it heading to Black WarGraymon. "What no!" he yelled out as the thunder hit his body. He was brought down to his knees. A loud metallic crank was heard as his knees hit the ground. He did not move for a few minuets as static was going threw out his body. He gave out a loud roar and the static bounced right off of him. "When I get my hands on you little rat I'm going to crush you!" He yelled out as he got back to his feet and began to look for the yellow mouse that gave him that attack and paralyzed him for a briefs second. "The energy levels here are too low and I cant feel that, that mouse is any were near here." He thought as he looked around getting mad as he did not find the mouse. He gave out a louder roar as he ran to the building. "Black tornado!" He yelled out as he began to spin and forming a tornado. The tornado and him past right threw the building and crushed it to bit as he left the mouse for he did not see or seance it anymore

[kyo]

Certain things are unfit to store underneath hardwood floors. If you were trying to conceal a treasure chest, or even a collection of incriminating documents, then prying the floorboards is a clever idea, provided a ground mole doesn’t make its place of refuge underneath your house and happens to have a fetish for incriminating documents. Food and small children are horrendous items to disclose beneath a floor. Food is very likely to spoil and the child will begin yodeling – although yodeling infants are quite common, their skill level is rather mediocre and needs professional training, thus resulting in the common misconception that infants are “crying” – which provides one with the rare opportunity to explain to the Child Services officer why yodeling is being emitted below his feet.

Whether it was benefiting humanity to conceal the man below an old set of floorboards, or the result of a cruel joke that went bad held no merit to the buried man or anyone above him. He opened his eyes, which was both a mistake and useless; a mistake due to the dirt that fell into his eyes, and useless because eyes are not able to see anything when buried except for whatever is on top of them. Hands flew to his face and wiped the dirt off of his face with more dirt. Nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

The same hands that made a valid attempt to clean his face reached upward, but their extension was interrupted by a rather rude plank of wood. The wood retaliated to its sudden arousal by releasing the dust and dirt that it had been collecting and sending it, a rather short distance – according to the standard of everything but small animals, reptiles, certain types of fish, flying pests, everything on the molecular level, and aardvarks (though aardvarks are never around to ask their opinion so no one cares about it anyway) – and into his eyes, nose, and mouth. After a brief fit of coughing, spitting, sneezing blinking, and a single laugh, he palmed the boards once again and the exploded as his telekinesis tore them apart.

Debris fell everywhere, covering the furniture. As the dust settled, the soft melody of the player piano in the far corner wafted through the air and reached his ears, which fought off the noise with a strong, well prepared argument, but the strength of the music was too powerful for logic and the melody entered his head. He quickly stepped out of the hole that he had been lying in and looked around. The room was decorated similar to the saloons from the American West in the late nineteenth century: Round tables surrounded by stools without backs, a high bar in the right corner with empty shelves behind it, and a player piano playing an odd ditty, and two swinging doors fastened to the exit that did not fully conceal the outside world – or the inside of the saloon, depending on where you stood. Several of the stools were overturned and lay strewed across the floor and cast distorted shadows on the floor. Old wanted posters hung, fraying, upon the walls among several dark stains that ran towards the floor.

The absence of others worried him and sent a wave of self-consciousness through his fingers, though the wave was ignored. He walked over to the exit and rotated one of the saloon’s door and gazed at the sky, uncertain as to where he was and who he would run into next.

[Sora The Hero]

Once again, Vegeta was thrown into a state of confusion. He had fainted as the last words had been uttered from his lips, his brain could not take anymore of the pressure. His thoughts were becoming erratic, almost as if something had infected him. When he finally awoke from his slumber, he had no idea where he was, but he could tell that a battle had been settled. He was in a dark alley, and the sun still looked as if it was going to set. Had he been asleep for 3 weeks, 3 years, 3 days, 3 minutes? He didn't know. All he could see was the dust that was clearing as many warriors stood around, looking at each other, unaware of the Saiyan Prince's presence. He could not make out the faces, or the appearances much, but he could see 2 females very clearly, one clothed in all black, the other in a strange suit.

"I can do without this now." he pondered, staggering to his feet, but to no avail, as a sudden shock of pain in his right temple sent him crashing to the ground yet again. "What is happening to me? Was I knocked out? Did I hit something?" the questions were such as Vegeta grasped the right side of his head. He had not noticed it until now. He looked at his gloved hand. It was covered in crimson blood.

"Someone obviously knocked me out and put me here. I may need to actually use one of these" he thought, reaching into his pocket, and retrieving a single green bean, called a Senzu bean. It was the last in his supply, having used the last of it previously before this game began. He swallowed the pill, and in mere seconds, he felt rejuvenated yet again, wiping the blood off easily, and striding over to the 2 women, eager to work his charm.

[Yellow Flash]

Certain things are unfit to store underneath hardwood floors. If you were trying to conceal a treasure chest, or even a collection of incriminating documents, then prying the floorboards is a clever idea, provided a ground mole doesn’t make its place of refuge underneath your house and happens to have a fetish for incriminating documents. Food and small children are horrendous items to disclose beneath a floor. Food is very likely to spoil and the child will begin yodeling – although yodeling infants are quite common, their skill level is rather mediocre and needs professional training, thus resulting in the common misconception that infants are “crying” – which provides one with the rare opportunity to explain to the Child Services officer why yodeling is being emitted below his feet.

Whether it was benefiting humanity to conceal the man below an old set of floorboards, or the result of a cruel joke that went bad held no merit to the buried man or anyone above him. He opened his eyes, which was both a mistake and useless; a mistake due to the dirt that fell into his eyes, and useless because eyes are not able to see anything when buried except for whatever is on top of them. Hands flew to his face and wiped the dirt off of his face with more dirt. Nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

The same hands that made a valid attempt to clean his face reached upward, but their extension was interrupted by a rather rude plank of wood. The wood retaliated to its sudden arousal by releasing the dust and dirt that it had been collecting and sending it, a rather short distance – according to the standard of everything but small animals, reptiles, certain types of fish, flying pests, everything on the molecular level, and aardvarks (though aardvarks are never around to ask their opinion so no one cares about it anyway) – and into his eyes, nose, and mouth. After a brief fit of coughing, spitting, sneezing blinking, and a single laugh, he palmed the boards once again and the exploded as his telekinesis tore them apart.

Debris fell everywhere, covering the furniture. As the dust settled, the soft melody of the player piano in the far corner wafted through the air and reached his ears, which fought off the noise with a strong, well prepared argument, but the strength of the music was too powerful for logic and the melody entered his head. He quickly stepped out of the hole that he had been lying in and looked around. The room was decorated similar to the saloons from the American West in the late nineteenth century: Round tables surrounded by stools without backs, a high bar in the right corner with empty shelves behind it, and a player piano playing an odd ditty, and two swinging doors fastened to the exit that did not fully conceal the outside world – or the inside of the saloon, depending on where you stood. Several of the stools were overturned and lay strewed across the floor and cast distorted shadows on the floor. Old wanted posters hung, fraying, upon the walls among several dark stains that ran towards the floor.

The absence of others worried him and sent a wave of self-consciousness through his fingers, though the wave was ignored. He walked over to the exit and rotated one of the saloon’s door and gazed at the sky, uncertain as to where he was and who he would run into next.

Peter had been standing in the middle of town near the Saloon waiting for someone to attack him, anyone at all, to test his skill and to satisfy the hunger within in him for a kill. His acute hearing suddenly heard two doors slowly swing on hinges near him. Whirling around he looked towards the saloon, where the sound had come from. A man was exiting from the building and was looking up at the sky. The appearance of this man and who he was, was enough to shock Peter back to himself and out of the killing mood he had currently been in.

Sylar?!?!?... His brain shouted out, and then his mouth. “Sylar?!” Peter was stunned, how could Sylar be here, with him of all places. It must be some cruel trick of fate, or an illusion of some sort placed on him, by those tricky ghosts. Peter quickly used his telepathy to check if he was in an illusion; but he wasn’t. It must be Sylar then…. Immediately as Peter thought about what Sylar had done, his innate sense of right and wrong came rushing back into his body. He suddenly wanted to tear Sylar limb from limb, for what he had done. “SYLAR!” He yelled out as he sprinted towards his mortal enemy. “DIE!”

[IndieJocky]

Neku ran down the hollow streets. The only sounds were that of his own feet and the wolf's paws tapping against the dirt floor. Then from far behind them moans and screams of the ghost became apparent. Their calls became louder and louder and Neku knew that they were getting closer to them. Then, suddenly, Neku was alone in his escape.
"Wolf?!"
The worst ran through his mind. He thought that they must have caught it. Neku stopped and looked back. He saw Wolf standing in the middle of the road growling at the two ghosts. A sudden jump by it to one of the ghost startled Neku. The Wolf slashed at one of the ghosts making it disintegrate. The other ghost looked out her and led out a piercing shriek. Neku covered his ears trying to hold back the unholy sounds. When Neku looked back the other ghost was running toward Wolf it's hand outstretched, bearing it's claws at it.
"Watch out!"
He tried to yell out but all that came out was a small whimper as the ghost scratched at the wolf. A few small drips of blood fell from it's body onto the floor. Wolf didn't seem to notice the attack and quickly retaliated, slashing the second ghost in half. This one two disintegrated leaving only a few sparkles behind. The wolf looked back at Neku and started hobbling towards him. He looked at it and bent down as it approached. He looked at the deep cut made by the ghost.
"You're and idiot for being so brave."
He joked in his words and ran his hand down it's back. Neku still felt uneasy though. He didn't think that those ghost were gone. He couldn't but think that they could not be destroyed. As though as if on cue a sudden rattling behind Neku jumped him back into reality he got back up and readied himself for a fight.
"Stay back wolf, this one's mine."

[kyo]

Peter had been standing in the middle of town near the Saloon waiting for someone to attack him, anyone at all, to test his skill and to satisfy the hunger within in him for a kill. His acute hearing suddenly heard two doors slowly swing on hinges near him. Whirling around he looked towards the saloon, where the sound had come from. A man was exiting from the building and was looking up at the sky. The appearance of this man and who he was, was enough to shock Peter back to himself and out of the killing mood he had currently been in.

Sylar?!?!?... His brain shouted out, and then his mouth. “Sylar?!” Peter was stunned, how could Sylar be here, with him of all places. It must be some cruel trick of fate, or an illusion of some sort placed on him, by those tricky ghosts. Peter quickly used his telepathy to check if he was in an illusion; but he wasn’t. It must be Sylar then…. Immediately as Peter thought about what Sylar had done, his innate sense of right and wrong came rushing back into his body. He suddenly wanted to tear Sylar limb from limb, for what he had done. “SYLAR!” He yelled out as he sprinted towards his mortal enemy. “DIE!”

Recognition did not come readily, or at all, for that matter. His name had been announced, but the lack of a formal ballroom and announcer hinted that whoever was addressing him by name would not be friendly. The source of the cry originated from the street. A man who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties with black hair featuring a strand that hung down from his forehead and dangled between his eyes at the tip of his nose wearing dirty, casual clothes.

Peter?

His name was shouted, angrily this time, and the man took off on a collision course towards the saloon.

"DIE!"

A death threat. It wasn't the first that Peter, if it was Peter, had uttered, but this time his intent seemed excessively laced with malice.
An image flashed into his head and sparked an idea. The girl that he met two days ago and her boyfriend that turned into some sort of weapon. As he recalled, it was a rather large scythe.

A small smirk decorated his face as he stepped through the swinging doors and faced his enemy.

"Brother," He exclaimed happily, though his face was shadowed.

He extended his arms straight and formed the form of a T with his body. Ice sprung forth from the tops of his arms and, almost instantly, shot downward to form two scythes. His legs bent slightly and forcefully pushed off of the platform he stood upon and he flew through the stale air towards his brother. His right arm swung horizontally, the sharpened edge of the ice aimed at his neck, and his left made a circular arc before driving upward towards Peter's chest.

[Yellow Flash]

Recognition did not come readily, or at all, for that matter. His name had been announced, but the lack of a formal ballroom and announcer hinted that whoever was addressing him by name would not be friendly. The source of the cry originated from the street. A man who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties with black hair featuring a strand that hung down from his forehead and dangled between his eyes at the tip of his nose wearing dirty, casual clothes.

Peter?

His name was shouted, angrily this time, and the man took off on a collision course towards the saloon.

"DIE!"

A death threat. It wasn't the first that Peter, if it was Peter, had uttered, but this time his intent seemed excessively laced with malice.
An image flashed into his head and sparked an idea. The girl that he met two days ago and her boyfriend that turned into some sort of weapon. As he recalled, it was a rather large scythe.

A small smirk decorated his face as he stepped through the swinging doors and faced his enemy.

"Brother," He exclaimed happily, though his face was shadowed.

He extended his arms straight and formed the form of a T with his body. Ice sprung forth from the tops of his arms and, almost instantly, shot downward to form two scythes. His legs bent slightly and forcefully pushed off of the platform he stood upon and he flew through the stale air towards his brother. His right arm swung horizontally, the sharpened edge of the ice aimed at his neck, and his left made a circular arc before driving upward towards Peter's chest.


Peter eyes had glazed over as he observed his hated enemy, and charged towards him. The young man in front of him, properly the same age as him, had done unspeakable things to Peter and other people, yet until this moment Peter hadn’t even thought the thought that it was possible that Sylar had been transported to this place with him. It seems that I have been given another chance…. Peter thought to himself as he continued his charge.

His enemy calmly stood in front of him, smiling that smile that Peter knew only too well. The man uttered one word, “Brother” He said, and this one word, this one single entity of a word was enough to drive Peter over the edge. With a snarl of rage he reached his foe, and then only then did he realize his mistake. It had always been a fault of his, to rush in without thinking and now he was going to pay. With quick reflexs Peter bent backwards until he was almost horizontal with the ground; the first ice scythe went flying over his head with centimeters to spare, however he was not fast enough to dodge the second one, which then smashed into his chest. Peter let out a massive cry of pain as the scythe pierced one of his lungs, yet thinking quickly he grabbed on to the ice scythe and sent a bolt of electricity down it, hoping to shock Sylar, Feel my pain…… He thought as he did so

[Chrono Mizaki]

Ocelot saw a skinny figure wearing a black mask emerging from the lower-right window, forcing him to bring out his army knife from the back of his belt and onto the neck of the anonymous. "What are you doing here?!" He cried, as he hinted him that he was armed by putting his other hand into the revolver.

"What if I trust this guy..and what if I don't?"

As he has stepped inside the cumbersome dusty room, Johnny coughed heavily, one that sounds like a very violent cough. But Johnny is one that isn’t used to filthy rooms, questionable as in a battlefield; it’s always full of dust from the shattering of earth’s debris. Yet his eye caught attention, a young man in peculiar clothing, complete with a Spetnaz cap. Johnny was shocked; he couldn’t believe that another man beside himself is in his presence. He kept questioning himself whether it’s his delusion, even as going far as pulling off his glasses, revealing his aquatic, blue eyes.

It was no illusion, yet he felt like there was something wrong. Johnny is one for being too hesitant, yet too impatient and reckless. His right hand quickly grabbed onto his .45, pulling it out from his hoister and aimed it straight at his face. “Who are you?”

[Sora-Keyblade]

As he has stepped inside the cumbersome dusty room, Johnny coughed heavily, one that sounds like a very violent cough. But Johnny is one that isn’t used to filthy rooms, questionable as in a battlefield; it’s always full of dust from the shattering of earth’s debris. Yet his eye caught attention, a young man in peculiar clothing, complete with a Spetnaz cap. Johnny was shocked; he couldn’t believe that another man beside himself is in his presence. He kept questioning himself whether it’s his delusion, even as going far as pulling off his glasses, revealing his aquatic, blue eyes.

It was no illusion, yet he felt like there was something wrong. Johnny is one for being too hesitant, yet too impatient and reckless. His right hand quickly grabbed onto his .45, pulling it out from his hoister and aimed it straight at his face. “Who are you?”

Ocelot replaced his knife slowly, breaking any utilization of his arms. He then reflected a grin, showing an emotion of pity towards his competitor. "Getting a little aggressive, now are we?" He notified, taking a stroll around the room as if nonchalant of the armed man. "Do you know what kind of revolvers I use?" He questioned in an open manner. He strolled a bit more before he opened his mouth again. "If you guessed it, you'll be the first to pull the trigger. Trust me, you'll need it." He gave a silent laugh afterwards.

Ocelot released his revolvers out of his hoisters, tossing them around his hands as if they were his secondary hands. He put his hand behind his back and threw his revolver, grabbing it again to continue flipping. He then slowly dropped his revolvers to the ground, giving his competitor a chance to inspect.

"Good enough?" he commented, flipping his view to give the competitor substantial solitary time. He put his hands behind his back, excitedly anticipating for an answer. "You know...", he closed his eyes before continuing. "This is the first time I've ever seen you, in my whole lifetime. Crazy, right? But after this, this confrontation, I felt like you were a part of me. I felt like you were my first day."

After his long pause, Ocelot took a deep breath, therefore ending his discussion and skipping to the main dish. He moved forward to the window, telling his eyes to pay attention to the leaving sun.

"This will be a wonderful night."

[ZombiGirl]

Neku ran down the hollow streets. The only sounds were that of his own feet and the wolf's paws tapping against the dirt floor. Then from far behind them moans and screams of the ghost became apparent. Their calls became louder and louder and Neku knew that they were getting closer to them. Then, suddenly, Neku was alone in his escape.
"Wolf?!"
The worst ran through his mind. He thought that they must have caught it. Neku stopped and looked back. He saw Wolf standing in the middle of the road growling at the two ghosts. A sudden jump by it to one of the ghost startled Neku. The Wolf slashed at one of the ghosts making it disintegrate. The other ghost looked out her and led out a piercing shriek. Neku covered his ears trying to hold back the unholy sounds. When Neku looked back the other ghost was running toward Wolf it's hand outstretched, bearing it's claws at it.
"Watch out!"
He tried to yell out but all that came out was a small whimper as the ghost scratched at the wolf. A few small drips of blood fell from it's body onto the floor. Wolf didn't seem to notice the attack and quickly retaliated, slashing the second ghost in half. This one two disintegrated leaving only a few sparkles behind. The wolf looked back at Neku and started hobbling towards him. He looked at it and bent down as it approached. He looked at the deep cut made by the ghost.
"You're and idiot for being so brave."
He joked in his words and ran his hand down it's back. Neku still felt uneasy though. He didn't think that those ghost were gone. He couldn't but think that they could not be destroyed. As though as if on cue a sudden rattling behind Neku jumped him back into reality he got back up and readied himself for a fight.
"Stay back wolf, this one's mine."

Amaterasu wanted to join Neku in battling the returning ghouls, but he seemed to want to prove himself. So she let him. This part of their journey began to feel...less important. Something had changed in the battle. Awkwardly, she arched her head, reaching underneath her weapon to grab the little red flag she had snatched. It was now worthless, she knew. Gladly, she dropped it into the dusty floor. It had been making her back itch even worse than Issun used to.

The thought of Issun brought the feelings of loss in the desolate town even closer to her than before. With sadness, she drooped her muzzle into the dirt, trying to smell something familiar. But there was nothing. Blood, sweat, tears...remnants of the awful thing that had cursed this place.

And that was all. Before she got too lost in her own thoughts, Ammy heard a familiar shuffling behind her. Not in the best of spirits, she turned to the
new challenger. It was only a ghost, as the pair Neku was battling, translucent and grey.

It was dressed in the unusual garb of this town, with strange spiked wheels adorning his leather boots, and a hat to shield his grim, rugged face from the non-existant sun. His eyes burned red with malicious intent.

Slowly, it drew a strange metal object from it's clothes. Ammy had never seen something like it before, so she watched it with fascination. It pointed the thing straight at her. That was when she realised something was wrong.
As she heard a sound like thunder explode from the weapon, she dived onto the floor, and flipped Solar Flare over her head as a shield.

The thing that the monster had fired bounced off her divine instrument harmlessly, but with enough force to make Ammy understand it's purpose.
Jumping to her feet, she ran towards the ghost, and wrenched the metal object out of it's cold hands. Clutching it in her powerful jaws, she began to growl.

The small scratch from her last encounter was deep enough to prove that these ghosts could be dangerous. She could no longer see Neku, but she could smell him, and sense that he was fine. Letting the gun fall, she decided that these undead beings were as good to practice fighting with as anyone else.

For a change of pace, she summoned one of her glaves, the blade of Kusanagi. Solar Flare disappeared from her back, and was replaced by the brilliant green sword. She began to charge the blade, so it hovered in the air as if with a mind of it's own. Her eyes fixated on the ghost, she circled it.

The man's red eyes met her black ones. Without emotion, he pulled out another gun from his clothes, and fired again. This time, Ammy dodged out of the way, and recovered quickly. She struck him with the sword, unleashing the power she had charged. It obliterated him, except for his hat, which fluttered to the ground gently.

Pleased with the success of the attack, she switched back to the crimson swirls of Solar Flare, and decided to check Neku's progress before the ghost returned.

[Judge of Courage]

Round Closed. Thanks for playing. Results will be in during the next round.