Dave tossed and turned, anger simmering restlessly in his mind. The Luxio who'd simply given up in the face of the slightest scrutiny, refused to even mount a defense; her fate was on her, had left them no goddamn choice
. Suspicions shifting, targets he burningly wanted to ask some fucking questions
. The entities whose presence he felt even now
, probably cackling at the thought of having stuffed him here with Jesse fucking Stranger. It was bound to be a cold day in Hell when he wanted to just go back to being a fucking Mightyena, but that day had come.
He heard a noise, and he bolted upright on the bed. The featureless shelter the void had built had no light switches, no lamps. He stared into the darkness, heart thumping, but felt
the presence more than he saw it. There was something
there, in the room with him. A shiver went down his spine, hair rising on the back of his neck.
"You here to kill me?" he snarled at the abyss. "Good. Great. Worth it to be free of all you fucking people. Can't fucking wait to have no memory of any of you. Have fun dancing along to the rest of their bullshit."
He braced for the awful disintegrating coldness of last time, temporary
, just a minute or two of that and then he'd be back
, in Cibus, and they'd go save Sword in the Worldcore--
Only now that he thought about it, something horrible and creeping told him that had already happened. He remembered
it, in some strange, detached way. Another him was with Brisa right now, somehow
, having beers, talking about her therapy. Cibus had moved on without him, merrily racing along and leaving him behind. He wasn't going there. Was he going anywhere?
, flew into his head with a jolt, but why the fuck would he
go home? The guy in Cibus was going home. He'd better.
He stared into the darkness, heartbeat deafening in his ears, facing oblivion, or maybe, if he was unlucky, more of this forever, and wanted to say something else defiant but didn't have the voice.
As the presence closed in, he hoped it'd be quick.
Once again it's noise that awakens the players, a great tearing noise, as though someone had rent a circus tent in half, followed by a low, menacing hiss. But as they pile outside, it soon becomes apparent that what was torn wasn't any kind of fabric, but the world itself. Dave's humble, nondescript shelter is half-gone, what's left leaning precariously over a huge gash in the ground nearly two meters deep. Altair lets out an impressed whistle, staring wide-eyed into the chasm. Its ragged edges flake and crumble away even as the group watches, hissing and crackling faintly, the tear digging itself deeper almost faster than the inevitably-oozing ground can fill it back in. To no one's surprise, there isn't any sign of Dave.
But that isn't all. The group of players is dwindling fast, and by this point, any absence is noticeable. It doesn't take Cold Fusion long to spot that Miyako's missing, and not much longer to come upon a certain familiar staff, now cracked and lying lonesome without an owner. Telltale scuff marks litter the rucked ground, a series of ripples and tears even now fading to nothing. Whatever came for Miyako was clearly far less powerful than whatever went for Dave, but whatever it was, it must have been enough.
Miyako (Seren) has been eliminated. She was Innocent.
Dave (Dragonfree) has been eliminated. He was Innocent.
Day Four begins now and lasts until midnight May 20 UTC/8 PM May 19 EST.
(( Dragonfree wrote the Dave flavor for this post! ))
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