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

[angel doe]

JERICHO MADDEN

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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:

Various Phoenixes

THE FOURTH SEAL

“Guess so..." Jericho muttered half-heartedly, tilting his head so it rested uncomfortably against his own shoulder. The bones in his neck popped and he rolled his head back around, straightening himself out but casting his gaze downward. There wasn't much else to say; he'd never been good at small talk.

Daigo's comment had Jericho looking up again, however, and he snorted softly, “Yeah, you can say that again." It didn't feel like their leadership gave a damn, but he couldn't say anything bad about YY. They had a good head on their shoulders and perhaps his opinion was biased because they were friends, but Jericho trusted them.

“I ain't heard from Toshi, though. Why, somethin' the matter?" Jericho's head tilted slightly to one side curiously.

Elenion Aura joshuadim

 

[thebigfella]

Zentsupa Pei

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SCENE:

New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]

LOCATION:

Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"

DATE:

Febuary 28th, 2023

PARTICIPANTS:

Bibi, Nina

The Fourth Seal

There was a moment to enjoy the brutalist and lavish interior he had constructed—a single moment to look upon another episode of his wild machinations—before his head turned toward Q-Bot. The large robot had already gotten up and occupied itself with going on stage and dancing with the performers.

“HEY SCRAPSHIT! WHERE’S MY DAMN SECRETARY!?” He shouted over the music, waving a glass of root beer over his head as the robot spun around like a ballerina, clearly enjoying the atmosphere as he became a facet of the utter ridiculousness.

“Pi-pi-po! My tracker says she’s on her way right now!” Q-Bot replied as he dropped it down in a split, shaking his hips as he busted it down. Pei cackled in response, pleased with that answer as he adjusted his collar, “She overslept again, huh!? Good! I bet she’s gonna come through like a bat out of hell! KEKEKEKEK!” He stepped out of the way as a trio of unicorn plushies walked across his pathway in a conga line. A presence demanded his attention, and the shifting of the atmosphere didn’t escape the well-trained nose.

“Yo! Here for the party, huh?!” He shouted towards Bibi, offering the newcomer a snaggle-toothed smirk; he took a moment to look the man up and down before letting out a silent snicker; the way he spoke was ridiculous, “You sound like a fucking schizo!” He vocalized before he snapped his finger and dropped from the ceiling. It was a tiny spider with giant beady eyes, each of its gloved hands offering a series of candies and chocolates to take if he wanted one.

“Always happy to have another guest! I was hoping for someone’s ass to beat and kill time anyway!” Pei chirped joyfully as he jabbed a finger into Bibi’s chest, “You look like fresh meat! Kekekekek!”

Pei was all ready to walk over to the console and get things started; he only paused for a moment, expectantly waiting for--

The sound of a voice rang against his ears, the sudden, abrupt, loud, and disastrous appearance of his employee, secretary, underling, whatever you wanted to call her. “ABOUT TIME, YA SKANK! WHAT THE FUCK AM I PAYIN' YA FOR!?” Pei turned to watch her barrel in with a massive smile; it was hard to tell if he was actually annoyed, raising a finger towards her as she slid across the ground, “Next time you’re late, I’ll put a bomb under your bed! Kekekekek!”

Very quickly, he let the issue go through, completely ignoring Nina’s existence as he looked at the sprawl of controllers that had now gone across the ground. They were personal effects, one from his old spot back in the South; they were a pain in the ass to get back, limited edition colors and decals that now had been scuffed and tossed onto the ground.

Yet, without a care, the blonde knelt down and picked one up, the rest quickly being gobbled up or snatched by the grabby hands of other Playmates, who simply wanted to put their hands on something that looked rare. Without much hesitation, Pei grabbed one of them, a spongy-looking dinosaur still wet from growing in a glass, and tore a bright red controller from its hands as it screamed and cried, running off.

Pei tossed the controller to Bibi. “Let’s fuckin’ go!” Pei beckoned over towards the stone-carved sofa, plopping himself down as everything loudly cracked within his rickety body. The screen lit up with colors and blared as the title screen came across the screen. The announcer’s voice was clear even amongst the music.

“GODBORNE KART!”

Pei cackled as he dug his hand into a giant bowl of popcorn that now sat in front of him, kernels and butter going everywhere as he shoved it in his mouth, washing it down with a bottle full of coke before putting his greasy, sticky finger all on the silver-polished controller he had.

The game had begun, but Pei immediately noticed something was wrong. The controller wasn’t acting right. It wasn’t a surprise; it was old and had hit the ground hard. But rather than trading it out, he decided to see how fun it would be to try his opponent with a handicap.

Slowly, that ended up being a bad idea. A vein of annoyance grew on his forehead. Not only was Pei rusty, but his skills were inhabited by the button inputs. He glanced over to the complete novice, Bibi, who was somehow neck and neck with him despite him barely having any idea how to play.

He seethed, the fact that his business hadn’t left him with enough time to keep his gaming skills sharp, the fact that this piece of shit controller was making him look incapable, that this dumbass could even think for a second he was as good at the game as him! All these frustrations and thoughts slowly came to a head of a reasonable conclusion…

Pei calmly put his control down by his feet in the final lap, standing up to prop his foot on the table. And then, from seemingly nowhere, he pulled out a rocket launcher and hoisted it over his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate to aim down the sights rights on the screen; with a plume of flames and smoke, the rocket blew out from the barrel with a whistle; the force launched Pei backward, his body flopping over the back of the couch as the rocket impacted the wall and exploded with a flash of orange and red.

Smoke expanded and turned into a miasma across the surroundings. The shockwave caused many Playmates to freeze while the other more expectant ones ducked for cover. Rubble flew through the air as the whole room jostled and shook like an earthquake had happened. The loose ceiling left pebbles to fall downward, breaking the glasses upon the wall and landing in people’s drinks.

The faint sound of dry cackles came from the smoke as Pei walked out from the plume with his rocket launcher draped over his shoulder, his purple suit now stained with soot as he wiped a black streak over the side of his face, glancing at his handiwork as a giant hole was now bore into the wall, smoke wafting out of the gaping mass, loose wires flickering with current and melted rebar tilted downward.

“Kekekekek! That’s what they call ‘Game Over’!” Pei cackled at his joke as the rest of his Playmates looked on in a mix of emotions at their impulsive owner’s actions.

 

[thebigfella]

Shishido Takakazu

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SCENE:

New Oasis Season 2 - Arc 4: Scene 1 [The Fourth Seal]

LOCATION:

Center District Purification Chamber, Lower Central - "Purgatory"

DATE:

February 28th, 2023

PARTICIPANTS:

Dante @Haze-

The Fourth Seal

Despite the changing times, there was the constants of the moon. For a bredith, Roach saw the reflection of it in those yellow eyes before it was replaced by something much closer, warming. Roach smiled; he couldn't ever forget that glow--that light. Words danced across his mind, but nothing seemed right; the space of time had divided them in a way that he wasn't sure how to cross yet; he was lost in the vacuum.

The touch, as rough as it was, grounded him. Roach rubbed his shoulder like a softie, "That hurt," he replied on cue. For a moment, he felt his fist tighten, and the idea flashed in his head to return the favor twice fold or to at least give him a firm shove. There was a long second where he felt the thought and visibly let it flow out of his mind as his expression softened; that smile didn't wane, even as it grew a bit looser.

"Hey, make sure to save me a slice!" Roach reached a hand out in the air aimlessly for the now tangible evil-ass pizza delivered from the darkness that Cerberus was now dining on before hesitating as he watched the wolf devour a whole slice. "Nevermind…" his fingers retracted as a small bead of sweat went down the side of his face, like he actually wanted to try a piece.

Self-consciously, his hand came to go through his hair. The strands split too easily, and the lack of tangle still felt alien to him. He remembered his mom's reaction to it. She barely could contain her laughter, seeing him go from his nappy-headed look to this genetic-defying perm.

"Deb likes it…" he mumbled absentmindedly as he played with a strand before quickly sharpening up and straightening himself out. "I didn't do this to pick up girls, though! Don't even act like that!" His hands clenched around his dome, ruffling up his hair quickly before straightening it. He had become so conscious about his appearance that it was alien. "Man, I should have brought my comb…"

Eventually, Roach finally lets his hair go, and Dante's comments clearly find their way through his newly formed thin skin. For all the jabs and pokes at him, Roach didn't respond in kind, offering Dante an assured nod at his offer, "Yeah, I know things could go wrong. I'll be careful. I don't want to worry you," he spoke with a defined clarity as he met Dante's eyes "I'll come get you if things get dangerous."

He could feel it, as faint as it was, something in his pride that told him those words that weren't his own. But--

It was a short-lived thought. The LED of a phone screen in his face made Roach brighten up. He leaned forward as his mouth hung open. "You got that much already!? I didn't know tattoos were that expensive!" His eyes blinked twice to ensure he looked right. "You're really something else, D."

Roach stood back up straight with an assured frown, his brows knit together. A sharp scowl that had once defined him but was now seldom seen made its reappearance for this one moment as he made sure Dante heard the words that fell from his lips clearly.

"I haven't been slacking. I won't slack on this."

As soon as that breath, sordid and stale of past inclinations, was breathed, a mention of Hiachi made Roach's whole body language change. His hands rose from his side to hang in front of him. "Hiachi? No, actually. I was hoping you had seen her… She's here, right?"

Roach rubbed his forehead. He had expected that Dante and Hiachi had already planned to be together or at least had met up at this point. They were much closer together than he was with them, so he wouldn't have been surprised. A bit dejected to learn the situation, he raised his finger with an idea.

"Should we…call her? Oh, but what if she's busy!" Roach grasped the sides of his temples, "She could be in the middle of something really important, and we could mess her up. Maybe we should just text…but what if her phone isn't on vibrate? Maybe she didn't tell us she was here because she didn't want to be bothered?"

Roach's thoughts ran through his head as he rubbed at the sides of his skull, massaging it as he tried to decide what to do. He had given way too much thought to the basics. He moved cautiously now, afraid of making mistakes.

It was nothing like before.

 

[miki]

HIACHI ITO

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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:

The Kings and their Mice

THE FOURTH SEAL

Hiachi’s shut eyes snapped open. Her head snapped at breakneck pace towards the whisper. In her attempts to listen in, she had failed to consider that her sight might be important.

Someone else was in there with her. A young man whom she had never seen before. Long blue hair, eyes with a glint of surprise that Hiachi matched with dread.

What, did she think she was the only one who had this risky and stupid, stupid idea? Well, yes, sort of. Because any normal person would trust the information relayed to them, especially considering the circumstances. They wouldn’t be so paranoid to think that any secondhand account—anecdote, recording, or video—lacked the definitive clarity of eyes and ears.

Making this young man anything but.

Hiachi’s hand clamped over his mouth mere milliseconds after his last syllable. In the dark, the flash of metal wasn’t visible. The indicator would be the feeling of the muzzle pressing directly into his eyelid, poised to shoot directly through his eye. The firm press and confidence in her aim was threat enough. Shut the fuck up!

Her hold was firm. She had no hands to put an index finger to her lips, but she trusted he got the message. But she didn’t dare speak. She watched him instead: waiting for his reaction.

At the sound of the voices past the wall, Hiachi’s eyes darted back and forth to and from the focus of her attention.

Negotiations stabilized. Deals to be made. Lives in the balance. No side chosen, none quite solidified. Lists, lists of scattered points in Hiachi’s mind. Greed, in every feasting breath of their lungs, in every grasp of their swollen fingers. Counter, counterpoint, ego stroked, stasis maintained.

This tar we rot in. We’ll all sink.

What little light remained illuminated the crease of her brow and grimace on her lips.