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Multiple Settings New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings [Season 2]

HIACHI ITO
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
1k meters from nowhere
PARTICIPANTS:
Kings, mice, a dog and a Roach
THE FOURTH SEAL

Her reflexes were too slow. By the time she even realized something was off, she was bound to be blown to bits. The timeline settled before the explosion. This was the crescendo: every passing thought and doubt dissolved before the fire. It was the fate meant for her.

And yet, it wasn’t so.

If not for the protective clutch that engulfed her, her grave would have been buried beneath the debris. But the knockback was still bad. She heard the full thud as her back hit the wall.

She coughed up the dust into her fist, repeated and haggard through her weak lungs. She blinked past her stringy and messy curtain of bangs and squinted at the scene before her.

Mechanical adversaries. A group of them. Striking to kill.

Her breath got stuck in her chest.

The first person she looked to didn’t soothe her. Her boss, cutting daggers right into her. Ryutaro’s hardened gaze struck fear right into her heart. It was nostalgic, almost, in a sick sorta way. It certainly meant the same thing: something was coming for her, something she deserved for getting caught in a bind.

There were voices outside of her head and in it. The dog was loud. She was quiet. She couldn’t appreciate all that was said because she was digging too deep into her mind. All she could see was the futures that awaited her. Mechanical blades impaling her through the stomach. If she even survived, what waited for her then?

Too much.

“Ghhh…” She seethed as flashes and gunshots and the clang clang stabb-ing assaulted her senses. In every aspect, this was the scenario she had hoped to avoid.

Where to turn? Where to step? What to do?

8,000 possibilities trotted around. Small idiosyncrasies flooded her mind. Most ended in death, death and destruction and death and suicide. She brushed off positive scenarios like dead leaves on her shoulder and focused on the bad. The things that could go wrong, the things she could control if she just thought a bit more and more and more.

Before she could overthink it further, it was chosen for her.

She perked up at the sound of his voice. She would have thought it was all in her head if not for the direction. To her right, growing closer.

Her jaw locked her mouth into a gaping o-shape.

…HOW???

To say she was merely shocked was potentially the understatement of the century. She would have been shocked to find him at Purgatory at all, let alone the dimension she had been pulled into.

Most surprising of all was how he ambled up to her, like nothing was wrong. When he had spent months pretending not to see and hear her. Months of read receipts, lonely on her side of the conversation.

He was different in her memory. He was cleaned up, she supposed. Suit and tie. Hair combed to one side, and not a speck of stubble on his face.

She was face to face with a stranger and it hurt.

“…How—!”

Before she even got a word out, she was yanked and dragged away. Her vision was engulfed by kicked up dirt, but she knew there were further and further away—to the point where the action wasn’t even a dot in the distance.. Her heels bumped against the grass as she clawed at her hood, too confused to do anything but try and free herself.

She heaved as they abruptly stopped. “You—!”

Hiachi was dumfounded as he lifted her up like an artifact and started praying. She sat in his grasp, limp as a rag doll, so caught off guard that she had nothing left to say.

He set her down unceremoniously. She gaped at him as he covered his face, hiding a look of embarrassment she couldn’t have imagined on him otherwise.

It made her mad.

Her fingers twitched as her hands froze around his neck. She hated his face. A foreign forced innocence painted over his frame, true aspects hidden in the slivers. A botched painting, right down to his dumb ass hair.

Hiachi drew in a sharp breath, holding it tight in her chest and refusing to let it go. She reeled her hands back into her pockets to fish something out.

Out she pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, in between her fingers. She pulled one out and placed it in her mouth. She cupped a hand over the end to nurse the flame she’d soon produce, then putting the lighter at the end of the cigarette.

Click. Click. Jack shit.

Her brow furrowed, teeth clenched.

Clickclickclickclickclickclick

With the wind up and force of a pitcher, she chucked the dead lighter into a tree.

“…UGHHH!”

Two hands clutched the sides of her skull like a clamp. Even without them, the pent-up tension bit down on her shoulders and beat down her spine. And now she couldn’t even catch a break.

She reeled as she clawed at her own shoulders. “I fucking hate EVERYTHING! I’m gonna kill everyone and then MYSELF!!”

Her throat hurt. She wasn’t suited for yelling.

With a sharp turn, she pointed at Roach. “…WHERE THE HELL ARE WE!?” She screamed louder. “HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE?? FUCK YOU!!”

She pushed her bangs out of her face to look at him; really look at him. Her irises swirled with raging depths beneath the madness.

 
Shishido Takakazu
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Purgatory || King's Chamber
DATE:
February 28th, 2023
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiachi
The Fourth Seal

With the removal of his hand from his face, his skin dragged along from his sweaty palms. He didn’t even realize he was breaking into a sweat until now, the air of the forest and the feeling of his shirt sticking a bit to his skin. When was the last time he had exerted himself in this way?

The pondering of that question was met with a sure answer as he glanced towards that visage in front of him. He hadn’t taken the chance to get a good look at her. How long had it been, a few months maybe? He had been so busy dealing with the structural changes at work the days had definitely blurred by. There was a small scratch on the side of his forehead as he looked at her, as if the action flipped through the memories in his head.

He guessed the last time must have been the funeral.

That thought, quickly admonished him with shame, something that no longer felt foreign in his line of work, failure of expectations was a thing he had long since abandoned and now rediscovered. After that whole thing, he had started working harder, his motivations had cemented, and up until now he was so confident what he was doing was right.

But looking in her eyes planted a seed of doubt, in all honesty. He was too worried about the future to pay attention to the present, and now it was looking at him.

Still…

“What she say fuck me for?” That thought came through Roach’s head as his hand came to his chest, a look around in disbelief as if there could be anyone else that she could be talking about before he turned back to her.

He had come all this way to come help her out, just on the gamble that she’d be here, he was moving so quickly before his thoughts could catch up it was only now he realized how ridiculous it was. How embarrassing would it have been if he did all this and she wasn’t even here? The thought made him feel a bit ill.

Silently, he gave praise that Hiachi was unlucky as she was at times like this.

“Well, we’re in some kind of black ball thingy,” he explained pretty simply, and then took two fingers to take the shape of legs, letting them walk through the air, “And I just walked on in and ended up in this weird forest.”

It was unceremonious but it was the truth, besides all the trippy, dimension crossing effects that had become a blur in his memory, that was really all there was to it. Roach’s lips curled inward as he tried to think of how to really give a serviceable answer to why he was here, his body tilting backwards awkwardly as he looked off nervously, “I was just around and then, everything started happening. I was talking to Dante and I hadn’t seen you… Not that I’d know you were here…so I kinda just, ran…y’know, around….Until I found this thing and kinda just guessed you were….here?”

Roach’s face scrunched up in some weird feeling, even though he was telling the truth hearing it from his own lips really certified how unreasonable it was, everything on a gut feeling? Even though he turned out to be right he didn’t take any pride in what essentially was shooting blind. He could feel the embarrassment, as one sided as it was welling in his gut, and with a snap continuation before he turned to Hiachi with clenched fists and a defensive shout, “I was just worried about you, alright!?” he spat out, a hand coming to pinch at his forehead, “I know it’s been awhile but I asked to come because this big gang thing was going on, so I thought there could be a chance to to see you and Dante face to face and we could…I don’t know!”

With a silent sigh, Roach took a second, he stuck a hand into underneath his suit, digging through one of it’s hidden pockets, pulling out a vintage lighter, its silver covering shimmering in the light, he leaned forward, clicking the lighter to life as the gas ignited, the flame was reflected in his eyes, before a turn of his head replaced it with Hiachi’s visage. He leaned forward, protecting the flame with his hand to offer it towards her, his eyes widening slightly, a small raise in his brow.

“Man, you’ve really grown out your hair. You kinda look like Sadayo from The Eye. Have you ever seen that movie? Made me piss my pants as a kid.”


 
HENRY AURUM
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Henry, Hiyma, Jun, Pei, Bibi
THE FOURTH SEAL
As the momentum of Henry's attack was arrested, Henry's eyes shined in delight. Taking the full brunt of the blow straight into its hand? If Henry had attempted that, his fingers would've undoubtedly been shattered. This wraith was definitely a pay grade above Henry, just as the warnings from his fellow Phoenixes told him. And that dreadful acknowledgment felt so so good.

At that very moment, Henry felt himself get tugged forward. In his humanoid disguise, Henry was dense and difficult to move, but he was also significantly lacking in agility. He lurched forward slightly, and although systema provided a way to absorb hits, Henry found that it barely helped. Tighten your abdominal muscles, they said, and release a hissing breath when you get hit, they said. Henry did that when the knee connected to his gut, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. Henry winced, although thankfully his natural endurance meant that the wind wasn't knocked out of him, and he could still complain, "Ой... это жалит."

It hurt so much that Henry temporarily forgot how to speak Amestrian. He could only nod sluggishly towards Hiyma's instructions. With the wraith controlling his weapon and Henry controlling its weapon, they were locked in a one-on-one struggle. Even if Henry wanted to intercept any of the attacks on Jun, he could hardly break away to do so. Wowie, Henry thought. He was doing a rather shoddy job being the shield.

But since they were trapped in that intimate one-on-one fight, and especially now that he was dragged closer further into the wraith's personal space, it opened up a unique opportunity. Henry's lips pulled back to reveal rows upon rows of large, sharp, and gruesome fangs that glinted dully in the light. They were one of the only indicators of Henry's true form, which he often kept tucked away nice and safe in his cheeks. He lunged forward towards the wraith's neck, the mad hunger in his eyes juxtaposed only by his battle roar, a silly little, "Rawwr!"

Just how did a wraith taste?

Elenion Aura Elenion Aura Peckinou Peckinou King Crimson King Crimson
 
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HIACHI ITO
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
1k meters from nowhere
PARTICIPANTS:
Roach
THE FOURTH SEAL

She squinted at him as he rambled on. His indecisive phrases did nothing to sate her questions, and the rambling only led her back to her original questions. Saying they were in a ‘black ball thingy’ could mean anything. Were they in a pocket dimension? Had they been teleported? What the hell was she supposed to think!?

It was a different kind of run around, one she wasn’t used to tracking. Her eyebrows slanted as she gave him an open-mouthed stare.

And then it dawned on her. He had come for her. Worried about her fucking up for the upteenth time. A valid concern, to be fair. But to be unfair, she didn't want him here.

Now? After months of drowning? Months of watching through the glass as she continued to lose and lose and lose, only to sink deeper into the clutches of the Tigers? She had spent the better part of the year burying friends and strangers, and as she clawed for air, all she got was a dial tone.

So why? Why come here when he was a part of the few things she had left to lose?

“ARE YOU STUPID!?”

The rage compounded her twitchy body.

“Are you serious? You really thought you could throw yourself at the danger and that would fix everything!? It’s WORSE!! What the fuck am I gonna do now!?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. She really wanted to smack his innocuous expression right off his face.

“You’re too late. Everything’s already gone to shit. Has been for a while.” Her tone was biting. She knew that would hurt, but she was too blind for shame. She was mad and she hated him. It was so selfish it burned. But she needed things back to how they were. Because then, she could float.

And she had more to scream at him. Why had he ignored her for so long? Since when was he too good for her?

But the second the flame was produced, her shoulders relaxed. She stuck the end of the cigarette into the flame.

And she could finally breathe. She quietly puffed smoke into the void.

As he talked, she almost laughed. It was true. Her hair was stringy and greasy and frizzy all at once. Her face behind the curtain was sullen and frenzied. Despite being the furthest thing from a compliment, her weak soul took it as such. Being scary was nice.

But at the same time, it was grating. Coming from him. She scoffed out a cloud of smoke, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. “Thanks. I’m honored.”

…

“You shouldn’t have come here.”

God, I’m an asshole.

Her words were quiet and painfully sincere.

 
Shishido Takakazu
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Purgatory || King's Chamber
DATE:
February 28th, 2023
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiachi
The Fourth Seal

In the midst of the flurry of words, and the thunder of emotions, there was nothing but clarity in his eyes. Long time that lifeless stare he always showed had disappeared, the clean cut look he wore matched the lenses he viewed life through now.

It was really simple to him, “Are you surprised? I’ve always been stupid,” so he replied like ‘that’.

The life he lived was one that allowed him to change his perspective, “And I always seem to have a habit of making things worse, or getting in the way,” and so he could state ‘that’.

He didn’t hurt, he didn’t feel pain. The old wounds he had gained didn’t throb, the physical scars that lined his body underneath his suits and ties would always be reminders of that time that had passed, but the words that were spoken were his present. In time, and also as a gift.


Through those eyes, the fact that Hiachi was still here, and still cared enough to offer him so much rage, to let her scorn come through, meant that coming this way wasn’t all for naught. A smile came across his face, something he would usually be completely against showing, unless it was at someone else’s suffering or at someone's failure, he now wore his emotions with pride, he put his hands onto his hips.

“Not gonna waste your time apologizing, doesn’t change the fact I hadn’t been there for you,” Roach acknowledged, those decisions of tired nights that he would “reply tomorrow” only to be dragged into another hectic day, those nights he brushed off get togethers to work overtime, small blotches that weaved together to paint him into this terrible tapestry. It couldn’t be fixed with any words, or with any single day. But he’d just have to work on it. As he had been doing all this time.

He took the lighter and shoved it back into his pocket, “I’m here now, so what you gonna do about it?” he asked as he adjusted his suit jacket, “You outrank me by leagues, Ms. Ito, so you can call me whatever you want, berate me, or whatever. Hell, feel free to throw a couple punches if that makes you happy,” he stated, pointing towards his pretty mug to offer it up.

“But, if you order me to leave…” his words trailed off, grasping at his tie tightly as he loosened it around his neck. For a moment, the look within those eyes changed, gone was the glimmer, that reflection of glossy irises that adorned the Roach. It vacated to that empty stare, a stern frown that pulled on his skin, a furrowed brow that moved facial muscles that hadn’t lost their tone. Body language changed, and so did the tone of voice, the drawl of a street thug rumbled from within the trachea.

“I’ll quit the Tigers on the spot.”

Tak was still in there.

And quickly as it came, it blew away, a clearing of his throat cam with the straightening of his posture, placing his hands politely at his sides.


“So, what’s the move, Ms. Ito?”

 
HIACHI ITO
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
1k meters from nowhere
PARTICIPANTS:
Roach
THE FOURTH SEAL

Ms. Ito? She almost hacked up a lung.

Amidst her coughing fit, she gripped her knees and stared at the ground. She straightened her posture after the array of weak coughs and a clearing of the throat.

So that’s how it was? She rolled her eyes as she drew in more smoke. People only called her mom Ms. Ito.

Her face soured as he went on. She still wasn’t used to her rank. In all honesty, she envisioned herself getting beat down for the rest of her life. She wasn’t free from struggle, but she wasn’t the bottom rung anymore. It didn’t make her feel any better. It only made the leash Hasimoto had on her tighter.

She looked away. For a second, it seemed he was only going to succeed in pissing her off more. But she caught the glint in her own eyes. A flash that her memories caught and matched. It was Tak, despite it all, in truth and demeanor.

Her teeth clenched. There was a smile inside her soul, but it wouldn’t show through the outside.

“Like hell I would. We’re getting out of here together.”

And as soon as she had hope, he retreated back into his cleaned-up act.

It made her frown. She pointed at him with her cigarette. “Call me Ms. Ito again, and I’ll actually kick your shit in.”

“You said you just walked in? Then there’s a way to just walk out.” She buried her hands in her pockets before peering into the distance. Even with her potential, she couldn’t see a barrier or opening anywhere. “Damn, how big is this thing?”

 
CERBERUS
SCENE:
[ The Fourth Seal ]
TIME:
Feb 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Lower Central District; "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Mouse, Roach
The Fourth Seal

He stood there watching them both bicker, leaning against one of the trees. Scratching a claw against the bark skin, picking chunks off of it, wondering how nonsensical of a potential one man must have to be able to will an entire forest out of nothing. It was amusing, but he didn’t have time to be amused. His eyes were all-seeing, his ears sharp, standing on end, attentive to the slightest rustling of motion around them.

The roach and the little mouse went on and on and on. Non-stop. Like their gripes with each other were strong enough to block out the chaos around them. Their words retreated into the back of his hollowed-out skull to a muffled droning. The hound jabbed claws into his ears, growling, snarling.

Hiachi screeched like a dying gull, her throat rasping with the strain. Cerberus rolled his eyes, shoved, drilled his claws deeper into his eardrums, until black droplets gushed from underneath his fingers. It didn’t help block out the noise at all.

It was frustrating to have to babysit these two idiots every time. To put up with them, to hold his tongue between his fangs every time they poured out their tangled mess of emotions at each other. Even without being ordered by Dante to do so, it was already too ingrained in him. He couldn’t just look away and pretend not to care anymore.

He was a sponge, in essence. Soaking up whatever energy was thrown at him. Seeing them so tense made him tense.

Reminded him of home, back in the North District, when he was nothing but an impulsive, irritable thought flitting back and forth between Dante’s eyes. A compulsion, hiding under his skin. Whispering red bloody murder in his ear. Coming to him from time to time. Seeing the faces Nina and Damian made when the dinner table would veer off mid-bite, curdling into cold stares and diatribes. Or when the kids ran their mouths at him back in the orphanage.

He was the milk-white knuckles of a fist clenched until it drew blood, the grinding ache in his jaw when he grinded his teeth. An urge, one that Dante always managed to always impossibly, inhumanly curb away. Always managed to keep himself level-headed through it all.

The forest began to blur and ebb away, out of focus. The wolf stood there swaying with the wind that roared throughout the forest like some abandoned scarecrow, emptiness tugging at the borders of his conscious. Arms crossed, dead still, snout bowed down. Simply watching the fickle blades of grass wave as he drifted away in a surge of ever irritating thoughts.

What would Dante do if he were here? How would he mediate? He had no idea. Dante always knew what to say, and how to say it with tact. Him? He had always been just some rabid dog; he didn’t have any level of tact.

So why act against his nature? Why couldn’t he stop caring? — “You two done?” — The dog snarled, lips pulling back to reveal gritted yellowed fangs lined with spit. He spat, letting out a sharp huff through his nostrils before pulling his hoodie into his face, running the back of his hand under his nose.

He was trying his hardest to be just like Dante. As repulsive as thinking that out loud was for him.

He shoved his claws into his pockets, kicked off from the tree, like he were throwing a quiet, inward tantrum. A low rumble building up inside his chest, he fiddled with his fingers, cracked his knuckles. Cerberus tried thinking about nice things, tried drowning out the annoyance. He thought of cheesecake recipes. Of melted butter and chocolate graham crackers, grinded into fine, sandy dust.

Then he eyed something even nicer in Hiachi’s pocket. He yanked the cigarette pack from her, unceremoniously, without asking. Chomped it before doing nothing to dissimilar to the lighter in Tak’s hand — “Leave the melodrama for when we’re outta here, will ya’? I told Dante I was gonna keep y’ two safe n’ sound. Yer’ already makin’ my job more fuckin’ annoyin’ than it should be.” — He flicked the lighter once, twice, conjuring flame. The wolf took in a pull, grumbled something under a mouthful of smoke — “M’ gonna get a fuckin’ earful…”

He sighed, a cloud of smoke billowing out between his jaw. He turned to the forest, one arm stretching and lashing out in one quick motion to wrap around the both of their shoulders and yank them in. Easier to keep better track of two overgrown (and highly unstable) babies when they’re nice and close to each other.

His arm detached like it’d been a prosthetic this whole time, the limp, elongated limb still holding onto them, like he’d just tagged them with a piece of himself. Another arm took the place of the missing one — “If Ms. Ito thinks there’s a way out…then let’s start walkin’.”

He walked without a hurry. Hunched, deflated, but not loafing. He wanted to get out of there as quick as possible, preferably before Dante ended up losing his mind. Cerberus gestured them to follow, waving a lazy hand over his shoulder before shoving it back in his pocket.

“I’ll just ‘ave to slit that lil birdie’s throat if we don’t end up findin’ the exit…”

They were a roach, a mouse, and a dog against the world.



​


miki miki thebigfella thebigfella
 
Shishido Takakazu
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Purgatory || King's Chamber
DATE:
February 28th, 2023
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiachi, Cerberus
The Fourth Seal

Well, finally she had stopped yelling, everything was good in the world! Well, at least that’s what he would like to say, but muggy forest air still was caught in his nostrils, and he still had to think about taking his suit to get dry cleaned after this was all over.

“Heard, loud and clear. I didn’t wanna call you that anyway,” Roach gave a catty wave of his fingers as he was freed of having to prance around and use such honorifics, and he wasn’t particularly a fan of being kicked, so that was immediately nipped in the bud.

“Now, how are we gonna get outta here…” he wondered, a brief movement of his eyes showed the faintest desire to once again grab Hiachi and try to use her excellent eyesight maintained by a diet of cheap noodles and convenience store food, though maybe in recent time’s he could only imagine she had upgraded to holographic meatloaf and lobster mac and cheese. It was a short lived thought, imagining Hiachi turning into a gourmand in his absence, that disheveled figure standing in the line awaiting a pippin’ hot gyro, before Hiachi’s apt and straightforward assumption on how to get out abruptly pulled a laugh out of his lips.

“C’mon, there’s no way it’d be that easy! It’s gotta be like one of those one-way window things, right!?” He dismissively flicked his wrist around, before a moment of thought made him pause, doubting stitching itself along the neuron pathways and making his brain seize up, “...Right?”

He pondered it, letting the thought swirl around, gargling it like mouthwash before he spat it back out with a snap of his finger and an exclamation, “That might work, actually! Nothin’ we can do but try!” He would have been ready to run straight off and see if walking out really worked but it was the shifting shadows that made him realize that they hadn’t been alone, his head turned towards a swivel as Cerberus wondered if they were done with their routine of Dumb-ish and Dumber, “Oh, you’re still here? I thought you would have teleported back or something,” Roach greeted Cerberus unceremoniously as he placed a hand on his chin, “There goes Dante, tryin’ to be big brother. I hope he’ll be okay.”

Roach’s color faded a little bit, a monochrome hue basking over him as a small memory played beside his head, faded in a small circle of vision within the blackness, the swarm of reanimated corpses and their hunger for flesh, “I kinda left him with that whole horde of zombies…” he trailed off, a small bead of sweat going down the side of his face before a nervous smile and a tilt of his head came with a shrill continuation, “Well, Robin’s with him so I’m sure he’ll be fine….probably!”


He dismissed the worries, giving a side-eye towards Cerberus, the shadow was still intact and was acting it’s usual self so things couldn’t be that bad, feeling a bit more secure, he adjusted his collar, before reflexively going to put his hands to his pockets, before course correcting and acting like he was just trying to adjust his belt this whole time, walking to keep himself a few paces around Cerberus.

“So when we get outta here, what’s the plan? There’s still all types of fights going on out there…” Tak questioned out loud, before he pointed absentmindedly into the air, “Unless it’s one of those time dilation things and when we step out it will have been like hours later! I read about those, there was one story of a kid coming out and having aged like 20 years and ended up being older than his mom,” he rambled on, before crossing his arms.

“That’d kinda suck,” apt, but underselling it a bit. Even though that fate was incredibly unlikely.

“Anyway, my point is that we have more problems to deal with when we get out there, so what’s the plan? Are we just gonna book it out of here? It’s not like we’re really fighters…” Tak trailed off, clearly ignoring the fact that he had just taken out two of the black armor clad figures earlier, being joined with a girl who had an itchy trigger finger and a shadow demon from the depths of the closet.

“I don’t know if there’s any emergency procedures to follow. Maybe I should ask my boss…” he wondered, before his hands came to his temples as he gasped in shock, “Oh shit, boss! I forgot all about him. I hope he’s okay! Payday is next week!”

 
Karina Zemova
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Karina, Welsha, Ryo, Various other gang members
The Fourth Seal
She broke through. The skeleton stopped in its tracks and, under her suggestion, turned to face its fellow animated corpses. Yet there was more. The necormancer's dominion weakened over her minions from the relentless assault by the other gang members, forcing their hand to drop the puppet's strings. Strings that Karina could still use. She exerted herself a little bit, but she could scrape the vestige energy still animating the corpses as if they were alive. "Now, break each other to dust." She muttered and let the bony servants turn on one another. The undead mass was now looking inwards to break itself apart.

Even with their reduced cognitive state, commanding so many of these skeletons proves a strain on Karina's abilities. They had to kill the necromancer now while they still had the chance. The less of these creatures shambled around, the better.



Stratsimir Kolev
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
The kings, their inner circles and so much more
The Fourth Seal
"What do you mean, you're just going to take her?" Stratsimir looked at Shishido as he took Hiachi away. "Hey..." Before he could finish saying anything else, he was caught in the tempest. Next thing he knew, he was in the middle of the forest along with the rest of the Tiger's leadership and that of the Phoenixes. "Great...this shit wasn't bad enough." He looked around as he heard the whirling of machines come from the trees. More of those metal assailants emerged from the foliage, ready to strike.

Not this time. The first armored figure charged towards the big man, intending to inflict as much damage to him as possible, only to find itself in his paws and tossed up in the air. The asme massive paws now locked themselves around the figure's legs as the man's shoulders were under its knees. What goes up, must come down. The pop-up powerbomb slammed the figure in the ground, kicking up dust and dirt in the air. That was one, who's next?

It didn't take long for another figure to move in to attack. Stratsimir planted his foot in front of him to brace for impact and as soon as his assailant got near him, the Tiger jack initiated a tackled that picked them up and carried the momentum for a spinebuster. His kayfabe instincts kicked in as that was just the set-up. Stratsimir raised a finger in the air and gave the signal to a non-existent audience. He grabbed the figure's legs under his armpits and started to spin in place. The Giant's swing was in motion 1...2...3....4...5...6...7...8...9...10 rotations, some colliding with other figures trying to get close. He let go and the figure went sailing into the trees.

Any celebration had to be cut short as some of the Phoenix leadership choose now as the opportune time to go crazy. "He chose now for a heelturn? That dumb motherfucker."


 
  • INVADERS
    SCENE:
    New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
    TIME:
    February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
    LOCATION:
    Chamber of Kings / Dark Forest
    PARTICIPANTS:
    Group 1
    THE FOURTH SEAL / CATASTROPHE
    Lars’s hailstorm of bullets ripped through the invaders. The point-blank barrage of missiles screamed through the air before detonating in a synchronized burst.

    From the smoke, the Cloak emerged, charred combat armor melting into its skin, its frame riddled with gashes and holes. Its arms split at the elbow, each segment morphing into rotating cannons of its own. The barrels whirred violently, before—

    A storm of energy rounds erupted, aiming to punch through Lars' newly constructed armor piece by piece.

    Meanwhile, Bash's brutal punch sent one Cloak cratering into the earth, his victim’s torso folding inward, bones and armor alike crumpling under his sheer strength, but another was already in motion.

    A second cloak propelled forward at inhuman speed, its entire body twisting, shoulder morphing into a serrated drill as it aimed to slam directly into Bash’s ribs

    At the same time, a second Cloak lunged from the flank, its arms splitting into a tangle of razor-edged tendrils, lashing at Bash’s limbs, trying to coil around his arms and legs to restrain him mid-fight.

    Elsewhere, a Cloak sprung at Eribelle from the shadows, wrist-mounted blade extended and whirring with invisible kinetic energy.

    And at last, high above the chaotic battle unfolding below, the body that Kanna held aloft found itself unmasked, revealing the stitched, false-face of the not-person that was within.
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    From somewhere other than its not-mouth (for it had none), a voice emanated from the body.

    "Your time is at an end."

    Then—hiss.

    Metal plates split apart.

    Four extra arms erupted from its back.

    Its ribcage unfolded—revealing a cannon.

    BOOM.

    A concussive energy blast erupted from its chest, aiming to blast Kanna point-blank in the stomach.




 
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Shishido Takakazu
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Purgatory || King's Chamber
DATE:
February 28th, 2023
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiachi, Cerberus
The Fourth Seal


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DAIGO ASANUMA
CS Link
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 1 - Daigo, Christina, Jericho, Milo, Boba
THE FOURTH SEAL
Daigo, again, found himself on the defensive by the ferocity of his opponent - and in turn gathered more cuts along his arms and body as he desperately tried to dodge and weave between her strikes. He needed an opening, just one, to get a good hit in... maybe that would turn the tide. But even then, he had that opening earlier and it hardly did much to her. He felt a cut grow on his cheek as a claw only just scraped the surface of his face, trying to focus on not getting killed while also searching for an angle... and then it came. She stepped into a bear trap, courtesy of his nearby fellow Phoenix, and provided him breathing space to leap back and recuperate his form. His breathing was heavy, exhaustion was starting to set in from the amount he had expended from simply holding up a defence.

But now, after the cat woman broke free of the trap, he realized she had lost her nerve... her confidence had been frayed, and in turn her own fighting became more reckless. More unfocused. And so, Daigo stood his ground and gritted his teeth before meeting her head on. She sliced again, but with more erratic and frantic motions that made it easier for the rookie to weave between. And it wasn't long until he found his opening: she came in for a direct jab, palm outstretched and talons gleaming. And Daigo sidestepped it to her left, grabbing hold of her wrist with his left hand, leaving her fully exposed from the side.

And with a yell, Daigo struck; a crack filled the air as his right elbow collided with her face, cutting open a gash on her temple. A simple technique he had learned from Hitoshi, as the old man had told him earlier...

You gotta use their momentum against them!

The cat-woman looked dazed from that, as she sputtered aloud in confusion - and Daigo continued to press the attack. He put his full weight into her arm and quickly flipped her down onto the ground with another resounding crack. But when he went to strike her, she rolled away with desperation and his fist only met the ground underneath. She rebounded again, this time with blind fury as she lunged out again. But Daigo knew that she had abandoned all semblance of rationality and simply wanted to bleed him dry. By appearances alone, she had become more feral and wild than she had been before.

Summoning a golden arm to overlap his own on the right, Daigo met her head on again! He allowed her claws to dig into his shoulders to give her the semblance of a victory, but it was a feint all along to draw her into his own trap. She had inadvertently locked herself into his grasp as he gripped at her neck pulling her closer with his left and began to pummel away with his right. Every blow struck out like a freight train, pounding into her flesh and bone as she screamed in pain with every strike. But still she remained upright, trying to dig her talons deeper into his flesh. But the rookie pushed through the pain as he continued to wail away at her without any concern for his own well-being. He had survived worse.

But he grew more frustrated as his opponent simply wouldn't give up, until he finally had enough. He pulled his fist back and mustered all his strength into his final strike, intent on finishing this once and for all. His gaze met the cat-woman's at level and he snarled with a bloodied mouth. "FUCKING GO DOWN ALREADY YOU BITCH!" he roared, unleashing his final strike straight into her solar plexus with another crack that broke through the air. She gasped, remaining standing where she stood, as she tried to breath. But no breath would come as her body quivered, until she - at last - crumpled down next to Daigo unconscious.

The rookie was left panting himself after all that exertion, eyeing the unconscious women beneath him with relief as more blood trickled from his shoulders and down his arms. He was surprised that he had managed to beat her all by himself, especially with her being outright better than him at fighting. But there was little time to waste, the others were still fighting-

A wave of pain quickly washed over Daigo, forcing him down onto his knees as he felt his shoulders nearly give out. And when he tried to move his arms, he felt as though all his nerves there were on fire. "S-shit... I'm tapped out." he managed to get out through the pain, trying to control his breathing so as to not be overwhelmed by it. He figured she had probably cut into his tendons... oh man, Hannah was gonna kill him. All he could do now was watch the other Phoenixes deal with their own bouts, hoping that they would be triumphant in their duels.


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AKAMOZU JUN
CS Link
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Hiyma Peckinou Peckinou , Henry Coyote Hart Coyote Hart , Pei ( thebigfella thebigfella ), Bibi (@simj26 ),
THE FOURTH SEAL

Muscles taught and wound like a spring as he anticipated his enemy's counterattack, his pupils tight and constricted, as he watched the specter's every movement, the twisted grin on his face involuntarily widening, as he relished in the chaos around him.
It was moments like these, dancing on the boundary of life and death, that Jun lived for.
But, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment; the prey before him were clearly inhuman, as he'd initially expected when he'd first dug his knife deep into one of their bellies, to no reaction.
After all, how could he get excited, fighting something that had no instinct, no sense of self-preservation, no will to clash against his own?
But at least he knew he was on the right track, judging from the now dead, inert arm lying at his feet.

The specter before him didn't seem too perturbed by the loss of its limb, though, not missing a beat to draw a small, compact blade from it's belt, and lunge towards the young phoenix with a savage swipe, aimed at his jugular.
Thrilling, admirable even. Jun couldn't help but grin at the ghost's tenacity.
A shame it wasn't human.
Jun braced himself, ready to weave to the side taking advantage of the gap in the specter's offensive, opened up by it's missing arm.
But instinct, and natural intuition warned him otherwise.
In his periphery, he could see the glimpse of movement, the specter's friend rushing past Hiyma's tendrils, circling around it's ally's back with baton bared and raised to cut off his escape.
Well, that's fine. He was planning on going through, anyways.

In a burst of movement, he launched his body forward, daringly meeting the phantom's charge head-on, knife clutched and humming in his hand in a reverse grip.
It seemed at first, as if the boy planned simply to throw himself onto his opponent's blades, but then, at the last moment, he lowered his body, the whistle of a baton just nearly missing his skull as his legs swung out from underneath him.
He rode on his momentum, sliding forward, right in between the specter's feet, his knife carving a clear path through the blade-wielding phantom's leg, severing it's foot at the shin, leaving it with nothing but a mere stub to land on to halt it's charge.

As he slid past the now crippled phantom, Jun used his free hand to dig into the rough, concrete floor, halting his slide as he twisted his body right side up.
Poised like an animal waiting in ambush, his enthusiastic eyes locked onto the vulnerable back of the second phantom, before he pounced forward, arm raised overhead to cleave the ghost in two.

 
DARIUS "THE CONTAMINATED" KENNEDY
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Audley, Vita, Evil Meanies
THE FOURTH SEAL - GROUP 3
He wished he hadn’t looked back, but the screams coupled with the sounds of flesh and bones being torn apart drew Darius back to the fight, peeking his head around the rubble. The sight he saw froze him in place, even after the man was little else but a puddle of blood on the ground. In the moment, he didn’t feel particularly bad about essentially killing the man but was far more concerned about how quickly they finished him off. He was hoping for at least a couple of minutes to make his getaway.

”CONTAMINATED did you live by running your whole life?”

The voice of his comrade prompted him to look over to Vita, and he gritted his teeth in frustration. Yes! Yes I do! He wanted to call out in reply but kept quiet. All the times he hadn’t run away in life had been disastrous. He didn’t want this to be one of those times so he started running again, flinching as stray projectiles flew by his face. Unfortunately, something else was faster than him that he should have realised was coming from the sound of rubble being tossed aside behind him.

”See you late-”

He had mumbled his parting remarks when his voice stopped, along with all air. Before he could process that, he felt the increasing pressure of a large clawed hand around his throat. And before he could process that, the burning began as his potential flared up, affecting the chimeric, but also Darius to a lesser degree. It was then that Darius realised that the danger had now escalated to an immediate threat to his life. Initially his instinct was to start clawing at the hand (dropping the money in the process), kicking his legs out behind him - anything to free the grasp. After a moment, he reached down to his pocket, pulling out a knife. Then, he started stabbing wildly behind him, hoping that the pain wouldn’t just make the chimeric grip him tighter.
 
Nina Aguilar
✦ SCENE:
Season 2 - Arc 4: [The Fourth Seal]
✦ TIME:
February 28th, 2023
✦ LOCATION:
Lower Central District; "Purgatory"
✦ INTERACTIONS:
Beastmaster, Group 3
✦ LIMIT BREAK RANK:
Awesomesauce!!!
✦ Running out of seals


The twin-horned figure stood before the lionman, a big toothy smile wide on her face as she posed, hands on her hips. The surge of power clearly draining from her muscles and moving up to further inflate her airhead. She was getting cocky before the fight had even begun.

That self-assured smile was soon wiped from her face when the chain was pulled from under her foot, replaced with blank, genuine confusion as the forces of physics worked their magic on her. Her weight threw back, knee kicked up all the way to her chest— like she’d just slipped on a banana peel — “Ow!” — Then she was laid out on the floor, rubbing the back of her head, with a big ass lion pouncing for her throat.

She’d been in worse situations, truth be told. She’d once toppled her gram’s favorite vase over when she was seven. Nina would much rather wrestle with some mutant lion over getting the belt.

The Beastmaster’s fangs found purchase, his jaws clamping down on flesh, his tongue wet with the sour, metallic taste of Nina’s blood drizzling down between his teeth. But no matter how hard he tried to pull back, it was as if he’d sunk his pearly whites into a block of warm glue; it had solidified in an instant. Something had the lion’s jaw pried wide open.

There on his peripheral’s, was a purple-horned devil flashing the same big idiot smile from before, holding the Beastmaster’s jaws like he were some dog chewing on something he wasn’t supposed to. His fang’s had broken the skin on her palms, but hadn’t even pierced through her hands, couldn’t get past the tightened muscle beneath — “Y’ tryin’ to gimme a kiss? I know I’m pretty n’ all, but we’ve just met, big guy…”

Even if the muscle were almost bursting from beneath her skin, her arms were still as lanky and thin as a stick. So how exactly was she holding him back like that?

“Heh.” — She had asked herself that same question many times before, fighting against people twice her size and bulk. Logic was for nerds and quitters anyways. How was she that strong?

Because she wanted really badly to be.

Nina released the grip she had on the Beastmaster’s jaws, a knee flashing up like purple lightning, the thunder roaring loud on the lion’s abdomen. She turned into a blur, shifting around in a blink to stand behind the Beastmaster, hands wrapped in a bearhug around his waist. Her grip tightened, and she lifted the beast like he were nothing but an oversized plush lion, twirling him around at dizzying speeds with the glee of a child, cackling and jeering.

Until finally, the blood on her palms made her slick hands slip, release the lion and send him crashing into the nearest wall.

Nina stood there, hunchbacked, aching arms hanging limply by her sides, a mop of messy dark-purple hair curtaining down her face. Still half-chuckling at herself, panting through hitched breaths — “M’awwe~! C’mon, kitty! Get up! You were talkin’ all that smack like you were the strongest one around just a sec ago…”

Her eyes trailed down to the Beastmaster’s chains strewn on the floor beside her. A tic in her eye, her face lighting up with mirth as she scooped them up and wrapped them around her knuckles — “Show me watcha got.” — Purple streaks of lightning zapped around her, tesla volts arcing over her shoulders, rustling her hair stiff. But she didn’t feel the click of her potential. No, not just yet.

She was just warming up.



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Ryo Katsura
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis S2 - A4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 2
The Fourth Well
Ryo drove the blade of her kunai into the head of an advancing skeleton, kicking it back as she pulled her weapon out at a different angle.

But just like before, more moved forward to take its place. If it weren't for the help of the girl behind her, Ryo would've surely gotten overwhelmed much earlier. When she could, she spared glances around the room, trying to figure out what she could do to help. Luckily, some of the others had already put the pieces together, realizing that the skeletons had a master behind them. Ryo's eyes watched as one of the others leapt upwards, their pink and black hair flowing behind them as they dragged another woman down from their perch up above. They were going to land nearby.

If she acted quickly, she could move towards the falling woman and take her out before she tried anything else. But that would leave the girl Ryo was protecting open to attack. So what the hell could she do?

I'll just have to move quick.

Ryo looked around, before spotting a part of the room that seemed untouched and had some rubble that could be used as cover. Ryo shoved back a few more approaching skeletons as she looked over her shoulder to Welsha.

"Get behind cover over there. I'll be right back."

Once she made a big enough opening, Ryo pushed forward and jumped upwards. In an instant, her body dissolved, a cloud of smoke forming before it trailed upwards towards the necromancer. Many of the skeletons that were targeting Ryo followed her movement mindlessly, moving away from Welsha. Wrapping around the necromancer, Ryo reformed behind them and drove their foot into their side, kicking them back towards where Welsha would be. Her body poofed into smoke once more, chasing the necromancer. As Ryo reformed, her arms moved to wrap around the necromancer to pin her in a sort of arm lock. Ryo's hand brought up the tip of her kunai towards the necromancer's neck, pressing it inward enough to puncture skin.

"Call your little toys off. Or this blade is going through your neck."

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BLITZ | Boltius Beckman
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central
INTERACTING:
Yong-Yut, Charlie, Musai
The Fourth Seal
Boltius’ body convulsed, curling into a fetal-like position, his voice no longer granting him its use. No scream, no cry—his throat was too scorched, too raw to let even a whisper escape. Around him, the battle raged on, but the cacophony—the roar of the inferno devouring the forest—was all but a distant echo beneath the rapid, thunderous drumming of his heart in his ears.

He had forgotten the feeling… This unbearable, suffocating sensation. Back then, during the raid, he hadn’t thought to make the connection…

So, this was heat? The pain faded into numbness…

His breath came in raspy, uneven gasps, each one drier than the last.

Soon, weightlessness enveloped him, as if he’d been lifted and carried away by a force his waning consciousness would not allow him to perceive.

Moments later, impact. His body hit the lake’s surface with a deafening hiss. There was no time for water to boil; it exploded instantly, thick clouds of vapor expanding outward and blanketing the forest in a foggy, humid haze as scalding hot water erupted in all directions.

He descended slowly into the deep; though, the deep did not last. Cooler water from below circulated upward, only to boil with the rest, and Bolt’s body eventually hit the bottom. The pond’s surface now resembled that of a witch’s cauldron—a pit of steam whipping and wafting, obscuring the vision of those nearby, before, when all the water had dried up, the empty pit burst into flames.

But their efforts had not been in vain. Bolt’s temperature plateaued, no longer rising.

Thinking quickly, Musai took a breath… a big one. A last ditch effort. With it, the flames followed, rushing into his lungs like a vacuum until they all but vanished, leaving behind only the sheet of mist. Down below, the Ace laid unseen, his well being unknown. Silence.

But there was no time to wait and watch. No moment of relief. A Cloak emerged behind them—Yong-Yung, Charlie, and Musai—sending mechanical spears for the latter of the three, a strike meant to end the fight before he even knew it had started.

Beneath Charlie’s feet, the soil bulged. Then, a violent lurch! The soil split apart and, from it, something emerged. A head. From where its mouth should have been, a grinding mechanism of razors churned, spinning wildly as the rest of its body surfaced—a tangle of segmented, clinking parts snapping into form.

From above, the sound of whirring mechanisms and metal called attention. A third Cloak broke through the canopy of steam as its spine disassembled mid-air, taking the form of wire-like appendages that shot toward Yong-Yut upon landing. Each appendage was tipped with a barbed end like razor wire.

The Cloaks did not hesitate. They did not wait. They simply moved.

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Viktoriya Medved
CS Link
SCENE MUSIC:
Thunder Bringer
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius, Retsu, Audley, Nina
THE FOURTH SEAL: GROUP 3
A grin as psychotic as the lion in front of them broke across the woman’s face as her new prey came to her. Her barrage of teeth was a perfect smokescreen. She pulled the teeth back as a shield as she pulled another bone out. She didn’t need to drop her last one and two shouldn’t be too much to keep ironed out.

She pulled the spirit from the bones feeling the air around her crackle. Ah electricity. Now this one was fun. She felt the bone in her hand crumple slightly before she put it back in her bag.

She threw her fist forwards letting the electricity flow through her and arc aiming to electrocute the chimeric to death. Even so that wasn’t going to stop its propelling. Once she made her strike she twirled out of the path of its body and shot the remaining teeth into its back.

“CONTAMINATED IF YOU WANT TO LIVE SO BAD THEN STAND UP AND END THEM. GIVE THEM THE PAIN YOU HOLD AT YOUR FINGERTIPS!”

Despite being in the middle of a fight for their very lives Vita had never once seemed more at ease. Graceful, a hunter, a snake lying in waiting. She twirled back to where she’d seen her partner in crime struggling.

“Do you wish for someone to save you? Maybe I’ll help, if you show me you really want to live with your whole heart.”

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MILO NAGISA
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 1 Ground Zero
THE FOURTH SEAL

Milo didn't have time to react before the slime was after them, again, surging, oozing toward them like a living, hungry thing. He didn't know if Jericho was fast enough to dodge with him clutched to his back like a baby koala. There was only one thing to do—

The ooze erupted between them.

"Shit—!"

Milo kicked and rolled out of Jericho’s grasp, shoving his fellow Phoenix out of the path of the sickly green deluge. He tumbled backward, his feet barely catching the pavement as the war raged on around him.

He whirled around on his heel, reaching for the sketchbook tucked within his waistband, just in time to catch a follow-up blast of slime to the face. The impact of it barreled him over, an explosion of viscous green flooding his field of vision.

He felt the world turning as he tumbled head over heels. He hit the ground, rolled once, twice, three times—until he skidded to a stop along the slick concrete of Purgatory.

Distantly, he thought he heard Jericho’s voice.

Milo twisted toward the sound, blinking through the haze and neon smog. His ribs ached, his limbs felt like lead—but he had to move. He had to get back.

Unfortunately, Purgatory had other plans.

”RAAAGH!!”

A brutish-looking figure with bulging muscles, either a member of the invading force or an especially battle-crazed gang-banger, threw himself at Milo. This time Milo was quicker with the sketch pad, conjuring a frenzy of coiling, iridescent wires that fanned out and subsequently snapped taut around their prey, discharging a subduing current of electricity through his would-be attacker’s form.

There was no time to stop and admire his work, however. Purgatory was collapsing in on itself. Milo sprinted by, leaving the man twitching on the floor.

Everywhere he turned in search of Jericho’s familiar flame-kissed skin, battles raged, sufficiently protracted to the point of lacking any semblance of recognition. He could barely register which side was friend or foe, let alone which side was winning, before he was forced to dodge, duck, roll out of the way of one wayward attack or another.

Something else exploded nearby—a collapsing structure, a stray grenade, a burst of Potential too reckless to identify. The ground shook. He stumbled.

The stale air was filled to the brim with shouts. Gunfire. The scent of burning ozone.

Gritting his teeth, Milo pushed forward, trying to get back to Jericho—only for a fight to spill directly into his path.

Another brute—a Tiger or perhaps a Serpent by the looks of him—launched a body through the air, sending it crashing into the wall a few feet away.

”Git outta th’ way!” the ruffian snarled at him, brandishing a tire iron wrapped in chains knotted with black metal spikes.

As the man took a powerful step forward, Milo stepped back, heart beating in his ears. He didn’t have time for this. He had to get back to Jericho—had to look for B—

Something changed in the air.

Like a shadow through smoke, something darted past him. Something huge.

Before Milo could blink, the gangster was gone—knocked out cold, crumpling to the ground in a heap.

A cloaked figure loomed over the unconscious man.

Then, more movement.

Milo’s eyes snapped to a group of similarly black-garbed figures. One of them was hefting a limp body over their shoulder. Milo recognized them as belonging to the Sable Serpents, if only because that was who they’d been standing beside before all this went to hell.

He barely had time to register anything more about the strange figures and their strange captive before a familiar color caught the corner of his eye.

A shock of orange hair.

For an instant, his heart leapt.

“Bolt?”

But no—his mind twisted, memory colliding with reality.

Milo’s breath hitched.

"Hey, buddy!" the orange-haired man said cheerily, noticing Milo as if for the first time.

“… You—” His voice cracked.

“You’re dead.”

"Nuh-uh!" Said Nanami, smiling his fox’s smile.

 
Robin Krantz
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis S2 - A4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Numerous Members of Every Gang
THE FOURTH SEAL - GROUP 2
Robin simply watched, as Augie bounded over the skeletons and up onto the wall, eventually reaching the rafters and launching themselves at the necromancer. A wide grin stayed plastered across her face, as she watched Augie grab the woman and hurl her from the rafters. Straight down towards where she and Dante were standing. Robin simply opened her arms, spreading them out as if she were going to catch the woman. the blood-needles darting around her body faster and faster, speeding up at Robin's behest. Maybe she could shred her on the way in, and just let the blood coat her?

She wouldn't get that chance, as that girl Ryo grabbed her and snatched her out of the air.

Robin sighed heavily, rolling her eyes before turning about and moving over towards where the two were now sitting. Her blood-needles slowed, focusing on just eliminating the wild skeleton that approached as she neared them.

"...Why don't you just go ahead and kill her? Sparing her could backfire." said Robin, as she stepped up next to them. She leaned down and gently poked the necromancer on top of the head with her fingertip. "I'm sure the skeletons will die as well. All it takes is just... sliding that kunai of yours into her jugular..."

She grinned again. "It's so easy, too. I could help, if you need a little...'push'." she then said, her gaze shifting to meet the necromancer's.

Please. Move. Do something. Give me a reason to make your heart explode. Just a flick of the wrist is all it'd take. I could even crush your brain, and make your eyes pop like grapes.

Do something. Anything. Come on, I know you want to. FUCKING DO SOMETHING.

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Ryo Katsura
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis S2 - A4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 2
The Fourth Well
Ryo paused.

Killing people wasn't usually something she did. More like avoided if she was being honest. Since she joined the Tigers, she hadn't had to take a life yet. But now she found herself in a position to do so. And she was being encouraged to by another person. Ryo had seen their face before during previous gang activities. That was far as their acquaintance went.

Her lips tightened and angled downward in a sort of frown-grimace as Ryo debating with herself on what to do. If she wasn't going to kill the necromancer, Robin surely would. And she was eager to do so.

Ryo let out the breath she was holding in a sigh, before jerking the hand holding her kunai upwards.

And I just bought these clothes too.

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Hades
SCENE:
Season 2 - Arc 4: [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
Feb 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Lower Central District; "Purgatory"
INTERACTIONS:
Robin, Augie, Ryo, Group 2
Fate Leads The Willing

He shambled his way forward, twisting his ankles over his own step, dragging his feet, hazy-eyes bleared, vision too much blur to understand what the fuck was happening around him.

All he knew is that any figure that started sharpening from the blur, anything that got to close and started taking form in front of his eyes, would be turned into a pile of broken bones— tendrils of shadows lashed out around him at any daring skeleton that got too close to him.

He knew he would only be scrambling his brain unrecognizable the more he tried bending the shadows without the wolf’s help, but he kept walking. Toward the sound of the other tigers’ voices. Through shuddering, uncontrolled breaths. Pale like a sick, dying man. Pupils dancing a shaky dance in their eye sockets, a shower of cold sweat caking his face. He pushed through it all, grunting and groaning, only stopping his shambling march at the feeling blood starting to leak from his nostrils, at the taste of it on his upper lip.

Dante grimaced. Swiped a lazy, trembling hand under his nose, smearing red across his face.

His eyes trailed up to follow the blurred trail of a hazy, tall figure as it leapt in the air, swiped another figure off its perch. The necromancer, he figured. His gaze followed them down, down, until they plummeted right in front of him. The rest he couldn’t make out, more figures joined. Dante threw himself back to sit on the floor, barely holding himself up by a trembling hand propped on the ground.

They’d gotten her, he knew that much. Not much else he could do right now, so he sat his ass down, took a moment to remember how to breathe properly, ease the strain. For a moment, it eased, a tightening noose around his brain loosening up to allow him a thought. It went quiet, the pain, before it came back in full swing the next second. Too sudden, too quick.

The noose coiled, split his mind in half.

“Ngh—kkhhh…!” — Holding in a scream, gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, his trembling hands instinctively went up to grasp his head, as if trying to keep his skull from bursting wide open. His mind flooded with voices, all screaming out his name in a panic. It was the wolf.

One eye squinted open, and he saw through the hound’s eyes, inside that unwinding forest Tak, Hiachi and him were trapped in. His eyes went wide, his pained expression dropped, drained until his mouth hung open.

Dante saw her, the girl he’d been so desperately trying to protect, the girl he’d tried to push out of the city and into a better life— skewered like some animal. Through the shock, the needles of pain spread out across his head, all he could muster was one, stammered word — “Hiachi…”

His trembling hands drew further in, fingers combing through his hair, pulling it, black nails dragging and digging into his scalp until red lines trickled down his forehead. His breath hitched, he repeated her name, muttered it like a madman, like it were the only word he knew.

It wasn’t real.

He had to be hallucinating it.

He told them he’d keep them safe.

So why wasn’t the wolf saying anything?

No. It couldn’t be real. He couldn’t stop to think about it, not now.

Dante wringed his bloodless, clammy hands together. An empty feeling stretched out from the tip of his fingers, running all the way up to his neck. His expression remained blank as the blurred world around him came back into sharp focus, the shadows stirring alive while his golden eyes scanned the room. The blood kept pouring down from his nostrils, the pain in his skull faded out of focus.

He stood up, the numb feeling in his legs making him wobble before he found his balance. He watched Ryo hold the knife over the necromancer’s chest, with an almost disinterested look on his face. The veteran looked only half-conscious — “Just kill her already…”

Dante merely raised a hand, half-heartedly, and the shadows lurched forward to twist around the already subdued necromancer’s limbs. Wringing around her neck, tugging on her mid-section, looking to pull her open like a christmas gift and be done with it before she could do anything else with the few seconds of life she'd have to spare when that kunai went through her heart.

And that rookie’s clothes looked fresh-bought too. A shame.




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HOUDINI | Audley Chrome
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central
INTERACTING:
Beastmaster, Nina
The Fourth Seal
Audley was a dark streak as she descended, her hair whipping wildly, eyes wide with deadly focus. Her ice axe cut through the air above her head, poised with a hunger to strike. But then…

An arc of purple energy crackled, blurring past the Beastmaster below and yanking him forward by the mane—out of the way of Audley’s descent. At this, her expression abruptly blanked, eyes dulling, going jaded once more as they snapped toward the source of interference: the twin-horned woman who now stood huffing with a confident smirk plastered across her face.

In an instant, Audley vanished mid-fall, the air distorting where she’d been.

Within her dimension, she recalculated, adjusted, and redirected her placement before reappearing a distance behind the woman in time to watch the Beastmaster yank his chain out from under her, which ultimately caused the twin-horned woman to fall.

Watching the scene unfold, Audley’s expression remained neutral. She hadn’t misjudged her opening—hadn’t been mistaken. The fight could have very well ended if only she’d landed the skull-splitting strike, but no…

Clicking her tongue, Audley unclipped the rubber band shooter from her pants and cocked it, commencing a rapid fire of six rubber bands at the twin-horned woman. She showed no concern for their fight nor the woman’s well being. “Die! Die! Die!” Her monotone voice rang loud, dry and flat, lacking enthusiasm. The rubber bands had no effect. In fact, they might have gone unnoticed entirely.

Then, as if war wasn’t being waged around her, the threat of danger nothing more than a background thought, she casually reloaded the shooter and resumed fire, this time aiming for the inside of the Beastmaster’s mouth. “Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!” Each rubber band snapped through the air with all the lethal force of a minor inconvenience. “You’ve slighted me and my rage knows no bounds.”

When Audley finished, satisfied, she returned the shooter to the belt loop of her pants and adjusted her grip on her ice axe. The twin-horned woman was turning the tide, taking control. She was taming the beast in probably the most humiliating way possible—twirling him like a spoiled, little girl at the fair whose daddy just won her the prized plushie.

At the sight of this, Audley’s eyes lit up, widening slighting, and her lips parted into an exaggerated ‘O’ of expressionless awe. The moment lingered for a second longer than necessary, then… Audley hopped once to the left. Then to the right. Then again to the left—her movements light, playful. “Whoo~” she cheered lazily. “Animal abuse, let’s gooo! Show him who’s boss!”

Audley continued side-hopping around Nina—a one-man hype squad—with her hands close to her chest as she clapped, ice axe tucked under an arm.

“Spit on him! Hawk-tuah!”

Just then, the Beastmaster flew, slipped free from Nina’s grasp.

Without a single second of hesitation, Audley’s gaze sharpened, and she vanished. Within her monochromatic dimension, the battlefield rushed past her at an impossible speed, smearing like the world across a car window at 100-mph. She followed the Beasmater’s distinct form—a white, featureless silhouette, which seemed to halt upon impact with a wall.

By the time her body re-emerged within the third-dimension, she was already swinging. The sharp point of her ice axe whizzed through the air for the Beastmaster’s eye. She wanted to take from the twin-horned woman what was taken from her… A petty revenge, but well-deserved.

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RUDE
CS Link
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
Febuary 28th, 2023: Post Midnight
LOCATION:
Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central — "Purgatory"
PARTICIPANTS:
Group 4
The Fourth Seal

Rude was lucky enough to have been able to halt his attack on his fellow Serpent right as their battle seemed to diverge into madness for the second time since they had first exchanged blows.

“Tch,” He clicked his teeth in annoyance. What now? So far, he just couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy this fight. There were too many interruptions– plus, this whole thing was nothing more than a glorified sparring match, considering he couldn’t even kill the girl.

Thanks to the nature of his attack, his back was turned to whatever had appeared. The only thing he could think of was a rival gang member trying to show off– and he wasn’t too excited about that, either. Sure, he knew not to judge a book by its cover, but the Phoenixes, Tigers, and Dragons he had been surrounded by earlier all looked so… weak. If he had to fight somebody else, he’d much rather it at least be one of the royal ones.

Alas, he’d have to make due with what he had, and so he used the energy he had left to fire another explosive blast from his weapon to slow his flight, allowing him to land on his feet and turn around to face his new opponent.

When he realized what was going on, a cruel smile shot onto Rude’s face. These three clearly weren’t there to spar– he could kill them and get away with it.

He clenched his weapon’s pole before rushing towards the beastmen, his teeth slowly beginning to peer from behind his lips as his elated grin grew in size. The only one that wasn’t occupied was the Bear-man, so he would simply have to occupy him.

Once he was in range, he threw his heavy weapon to the right, hoping to feel the heavenly reverberations of muscle shredding and bones snapping under its force.

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TIGER SIDE
SCENE:
New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]
TIME:
February 28th, 2023 || After Midnight
LOCATION:
Chamber of Kings / Dark Forest
PARTICIPANTS:
COLLAB W ( demytra demytra Beann Beann Breadman Breadman )
THE FOURTH SEAL / CATASTROPHE
The supportive hail of bullets was paused as Missy saw one coming for her. The swipe of its hand was deftly dodged for the first but as she swung her arm out aiming to shoot this one’s head clear off another strike knocked the gun clear out of her hands. Fine it wanted to get up close then these silly little bullets would do little anyways. She lunged out fighting recklessly knowing she was at a severe disadvantage with her slim combat training. A punch dodged followed up with a sweeping kick that brought the cloak down for a brief moment. Yet she didn’t have more than a moment to collect herself before it pulled at her and she fell to the floor.

“Goddammit, can’t you just go for the actual threats.”

Ryu snarled as the enemy brought out their defenses just in time to save themselves from being cut in two, and retaliated in kind with the guns that seemed to be built into their very flesh. But he was not their only target, as he glanced to see that they were also targeting Samira when she herself was dealing with her own assailants. Despite the gravity, they seemed to be relentlessly pushing forward through the gravity as another attack front against her.

The Tiger King made a decision on instinct as he positioned himself behind Samira and stabbed his blade into the ground. He focused his own power, his own energies that instinctively brought him a natural defence, and extended it outwards just enough to create a barrier outwards. Bullets pelted against it as Ryu strained against the torrent of lead, but he knew if he could buy Samira time to deal with her own enemies then he would be free to deal with those firing away.

A few bullets broke through his defenses and struck at his form, but he did not bleed - as his form let loose energies and flames in the holes where he was hit - nor did he falter as he pushed through the pain. Their survival depended on it.

Samira didn’t even bother hiding the look of annoyance that was plastered on her face as she watched the armored nuisances continue their slow march towards her, threatening the queen with sharp blades. She let out a huff and took a step backwards, only now realizing that Ryutaro had positioned himself to cover her blindspot. Before she could deal with the enemies in front of her, a brief movement from Missy caught her eye as she watched her ace be dragged down to the ground by one of them. “Damn it,” she hissed, her attention quickly snapping back to the enemies in front of her.

“Your struggle is pointless,” Samira called out to the cloaks, taking a step forward. Her hands balled into fists as she focused her potential. Energy coalesced around the queen, lifting the silky strands of her hair up and completely covering her eyes in a golden glow. “Stay DOWN —!” Another step forward and the ground in front of her began to crank under the amplified weight of her ability. There were a few creaks and whines from the armor of the cloaks, their movements slowing down to a complete halt before being flattened like tin cans.

The squashing of the flailing Cloaks allowed Ryu to then turn his attention to the two firing their barrages at him. He observed the field within that moment, seeing his enemy relentlessly attacking without any regard for their safety. Their only directive being the driving force of their existence - to eliminate him and other leadership - that left them blind to everything else but carrying out that task. It was this lack of thought, this lack of creativity, that would be their ultimate undoing.

And so, the Tiger King quickly pulled his sword from the Earth and in turn unleashed the torrent that was his wrath. The barrier dissipated, but in its place came a terrifying figure charging forward through the hailstorm that had beset him. With blinding speed his blade struck through the air as he pushed forward, blocking and deflecting bullets as he went along, until he finally neared the first Cloak. He twirled around to its backside and stabbed through its back, forcing it then with a jerk to come between him and the other.

The flood of bullets continued without regard for its ally as it peppered the corpse, smashing its skin and body to pieces as Ryu used it like a shield. By the time he had arrived closer, much of its lower half had been chewed away by blitzing lead and he tossed it aside in favor of his next strike. Gripping the hilt of his blade with furious strength, he brought up the steel in an upwards strike that sung through the air as a deadly song. The Cloak stilled, stunned by the strike as Ryu turned around and flicked the debris off his ancestral weapon; its internal fluids splattered against the grasses below, and the Cloak itself was bisected with both halves slowly falling apart from one another.

But the Tiger King’s gaze then fell upon the last of these interlopers nearby…

If there was something Missy wasn’t going to be, it was an embarrassment. She used her position from the floor to grab her gun once again. Before she could raise it the enemy was upon her again going for her throat. Luckily with nowhere left to fall she kicked up with all the force she could muster stabbing her heeled shoe directly into where she’d expected an eye to be. It recoiled enough for her to force herself up and pistol whip it off her. She was down one shoe, dress caked in dirt and blood but it would be a cold day in hell before she died in such a pathetic manner. She kicked off the other shoe and slipped the gun into her stocking before switching to fighting this thing hand to hand.

“I don’t have any more time for you, just fucking die already!”

The Cloak remained relentless and wordless despite her protests, as it continued to try to smother her where she stood. Its hands gripped around her throat, squeezing… placing all its pressure into completing its directive…

But then, its grip was loosened as it jerked - its body arching backwards when a sickening crunch filled the air. Ryu gripped tightly on the creature’s spine, his hand burrowing into its false flesh as he snarled. He then began to pull, and with brute strength he ripped apart flesh and steel alike without any regard to the thing he was massacring. The Cloak jerked one final time as its nerves were completely severed, its internal fluids spraying everywhere as the Tiger King - with a roar - ripped out its spine and skull in their entirety. Its body fell limp to the ground just under their feet, while Ryu allowed the bones to dangle in his hand for a moment before tossing the useless trophy aside.

It was a good thing she had no real need for laurels or achievements because the first thing she thought as she watched the spine be ripped out of this machine was, Thank God he was on her side. She pulled out her gun from her stocking and took the moment to reload while no one was upon them.

“Thanks Boss. I’m fine, where’s Hiachi and Stratsimir?”

Ryu, breathing heavily, took a moment to look around to see the nearby chaos being caused by the Phoenix infighting. But he also spotted Stratsimir in the near distance… but without Hiachi. This made him narrow his eyes and growl: “Stratsimir is over there, but I’m not sure about Hiachi.” he stated, nodding to where his Jack was before turning his gaze over back to the Phoenix infighting. “But this will all be for nothing if we don’t break this domain.” There was only one course to take to break them all out of this forested prison.

He flicked his blade again to his side in a low stance and prepared to charge into that other mess nearby. “Find Hiachi.” he stated as a directive to both Samira and Missy before rushing off, kicking up dirt and grass with every step as he pushed ahead.

"Oh, you can fly?" Stratsimir pointed to one of the hovering opponents, "Come here you." His opponents had removed a key part of their body to halt his offensive. Poor in-ring psychology on their part. He jumped to one of them and slammed his arm right under the "chin" in an uppercut, sending them spinning to the ground. He landed with his feet firmly on the ground as he prepared for the next assault. They wanted to adapt, eh? They should stop having appendages. One of them tried to strike at him, missing him by a thin margin, but giving him just enough room for the Tiger Jack to grab on to and pull closer to him. The massive arm smashed into the attacker like a tree trunk in a devastating lariat.

Stratsimir eyed another one of them. He lept into the air again and grabbed a hold of the shoulder area, with a foot planted in its chest. He used the pressure and momentum to push the fucker with his foot until it was upside down in the air. The tricky part was grabbing on to the assailant like a bear hug, but it was a move he had done many times before and this wouldn't be the last. With foot pressing on the neck he brought down the attacker on the ground with an aerial piledriver.

He couldn't keep this up forever, much as he wanted to. These dumb bastards would just keep coming. He was tasked with a job to guard Hiachi and this delayed him enough. With some effort, he tore a plate off the machine he just drove into the ground and started swinging it as if it was a folding chair against any of the assailants that would get close. The sound of metal on metal echoed as he smashed and swatted them away.

Where the hell was Hiachi?

Their orders were clear. She looked at Samira and nodded, showing her own determination in her eyes. Ryu and Strat were more than enough to deal with the stragglers the phoenixes left behind. She’d nearly lost her friend once when she’d been with her before, and then again when she had been mere feet away without knowing. They just had to drag her back and regroup to figure out what the hell they did next.

“Let’s find her and regroup. Then we can deal with whatever potential shit caused our little teleportation.”

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