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Today, 01:04 AM
The Congo Basin
After a lengthy, and exhausting flight, the jet lagged contestants--Rawal, Louis, Jack, and Bethany--arrived in Africa in an unmarked, undisclosed location with a private air strip. Guards escorted the four contestants to four separate helicopters, where they took off in four separate directions.
In the Northeast, Bethany's chopper flew above the Congo Basin. She was taken to the opposite side of the start of the Nile River, into moderately tall shrubs and enormous trees. A ladder was extended for Bethany to climb down into the forest, into a clearing small enough for her to enter on her own. The helicopter could not take her any lower. As Bethany landed, she would find she was surrounded by the higher ends of the forest. The further west she went from her current standing point, she would begin to scale higher up into the forest, into massive cliffs and dense caves. Most importantly, there was no water around Bethany, but the Nile River was west of her current position, beyond a thick canopy of trees, and creating a waterfall over a jagged and rocky cliff edge. On foot, it would take her an hour to find this fresh water if she traveled west. It would take her three hours if she traveled south to come into contact with a contestant other than Louis.
In the Northwest, Louis' helicopter landed in a shallow clearing on a cliff side, right where the Nile River began to flow through the Congo Basin. Louis was in a more ideal location, with access to fresh water, a high vantage point, and a chance to observe and learn his surroundings before be dropped into the thick of things. However, Louis was also the candidate furthest from any others. By chance, Bethany was just one hundred meters closer to other contestants than she was to Louis. This was both good and bad for Louis. Showing up in the middle of a fight could net him multiple advantages. But if he was turned on by multiple enemies, that could change. From his starting point, it would take Louis two hours to reach Bethany if he was walking. At that same pace, it would take him nearly four and a half hours to come into contact with someone other than Bethany.
In the Southeast, Jack would find herself at the end of the Nile River, where it pooled into what appeared to be at least a two hundred foot deep cavern below. She would not be landing in a clearing, and thus would have to climb down from her helicopter to reach the ground level. Everything north of Jack was elevated. As she continued north, she would find a very soft, gradual rise in the land, but it would be noticeable over time. More northwestward, the gradual climb of the land shifted drastically to high elevations, until it reached a great peak of cliffs furthest in the Northwest quadrant of the Basin. She had immediate access to water, but she was also in more immediate danger. The Southeast quadrant of the forest was heavily populated by hippos. Hippos--being the very territorial creatures that they are--would not take kindly to a stranger showing up and attempting to even approach their water. Not to mention the plethora of other unknown animals in the forest around her. If Jack were to travel north, it would take her three to four hours to run into a contestant other than Rawal, depending on if she went Northeast or Northwest. If she went directly west from her position, it would take her an hour to come into contact with Rawal.
In the Southwest, Rawal would find himself in a thick highgrass mound. He would have to be careful with how he stepped around this mound, because highgrass was littered with snakes. Most of them were non-poisonous, but should he tread on a Green Bush Viper or a Night Adder, he would be in for a nasty surprise. He was approximately one hour away from a fresh water source, and an enemy. If Rawal traveled north from his current position, it would take him roughly three to four hours to come into contact with a contestant that was not Jack.
But the most dangerous forces in the Congo Basin were not among the contestants. For what they could not see coming, even miles away, was a third party. This party--this enemy--was responsible for the most blight in Africa sense 2020. They acted as a wave of death, moving about the country and bringing complete silence to the voices that opposed them. A new age was rising in Africa, from war mongers and religious zealots acting as one. And within six hours, they would be upon the contestants, with nothing to stop them.
Too Late to Apologize
Geno was practicing his lines, and after having rehearsed his apology for an hour, he had worked up the nerve to knock on the doors to the news studio. Victor Skye opened the door, shocked to see Geno there.
"Geno? What can we do for you? Is everything alright?" Victor asked.
Geno sighed. "I need to make a public broadcast. A bet Tiny and I had. Need to make a public apology."
"An apology? To whom, if you don't me asking?" Victor replied.
"Couple of the winning contestants. I made a dumb bet that three outta the four would lose, and I told Tiny--"
"But--wait. Geno. The victors have already taken off. They're gone off to Africa," Victor interrupted.
Geno crumpled half of his speech in his hands. "Whaddya mean they're gone!? God damn it! Alright. Know what?" he said shoving past Victor to get into the studio. "You're gonna record this God damn apology anyway. And you're gonna make sure it gets saved to the news website. It'll still be public and an apology. And knowin' my luck it'll be viral sooner than later."
Victor sighed, closing the door to the studio. "Alright. I'll get make-up in here and--"
"No. Mask. Stays. On," Geno insisted.
"Riiiight," Victor said, rolling his eyes. "Well you're gonna have to make sure you speak up through your helm. Otherwise it'll be muffled and sound awful. And that will keep you here longer."
"One take, Vick. That's it," Geno barked.
"You want it done right, or not?" Victor said, folding his arms.
Geno sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry. Whatever ya gotta do. Let's just get it done."
Today, 12:07 AM
What anime villain legitimately frightens you? If there isn't one that doesn't actually scare you, who's a villain that you feel puts shame to other anime bad guys based on the things they are capable of or have done?
Yesterday, 09:52 PM
I remember pulling this while looking for Ash. I was like, "Fuck. Oh wait this is good." And the artwork is amazing. Like, real shit, this card's art is dope.
Yesterday, 08:31 PM
They had been awake for hours. The survivors were restless after their hard fought battle with Dirge. But the battle was taking the greatest toll on Christina, Destiny, Riku, and Leroy. Despite being so utterly exhausted, they simply could not sleep.
Christina turned over onto her side, and laid a hand on Jared's head. "You awake?" she whispered, in the dead of night.
His eyes were closed, but Jared replied. "Yeah. Can't sleep?"
Christina sighed. "No. Can we talk?"
Jared opened his eyes and sat up slowly. "Yeah. What's up?"
Christina shook her head, and slid out of bed. "No. Somewhere private. I just--I need you right now."
By the sound of Christina's voice, Jared wasn't sure what to think. She seemed anxious and upset, but not with him. "Yeah. I'll follow you."
As Jared and Christina sneaked out of the condo, Destiny blinked, still staring at the ceiling. She took a slow, deep breath, trying not to disturb Leroy. But before she could turn over and give Leroy a bit more space, he spoke up. With the back of his head to Destiny, Leroy decided to get a few things off of his chest. "Des. I'm sorry."
Destiny continued staring at the ceiling. "You couldn't sleep either, huh?" she asked.
"That shouldn't have happened to you. And I feel responsible," Leroy said.
Destiny sat up, her back to the headboard of the bed. "Don't. Don't do that," she said, looking at Leroy's back. "I'm not some damsel in distress," she said softly. She shook him a bit, trying to get Leroy to turn over. "Look at me," she demanded.
Leroy rolled over onto his other side, his head still on the pillow. A tear rolled down his face, and he shoved his head back into the pillow.
"Leroy?" Destiny asked, putting a hand on the back of his head.
"I was scared," he said, muffled beneath the pillow. "I was so scared," Leroy admitted. He finally took his face out of the pillow, and turned onto his back.
"Of dying?" Destiny asked.
Leroy shook his head, closing his eyes tight. He snatched the pillow from beneath his head and shoved it into his face as he began to cry again. His voice cracked, and he finally gave in to his emotions. "Of losing you. All over again."
"Here, lemme move that," Jared said, lifting some fallen support beams from blocking a doorway. Christina ducked beneath the beam as Jared held it. She and Jared had climbed to the tenth floor, crossing the long, empty halls of the condominium complex. They slipped into another abandoned condo, marked as room 1001W. The room was dusty, and of course ragged. Moonlight shined in through the balcony window, revealing blood-stained floors and collapsed furniture. The only things still standing in the condo were two bar stools and a sofa, which was riddled with holes. Jared pulled up a bar stool to the broken marble counter-top, and sat with his chest against the backrest of the stool, facing Christina on the opposite side. Christina sighed as she sat down in the stool, and pulled it forwards so that she could lean against the counter-top, with her arms folded.
Jared tried to find the words, but he was almost certain he knew what Christina was about to say. "This is about Dirge, right?" he asked at last.
She nodded. "I--I couldn't breathe," she said, finally working up the courage to look Jared in his eyes. She could feel her eyes start to sting, and she blinked, fighting back tears. "I was--I couldn't fight back. Jared, I've been fighting as long as I can remember. But. . . I was helpless. And afraid. I almost died," she said as her composure started to weaken. Christina's head fell into her arms, as she began to weep. Jared bolted up in response, and went to stand beside her.
He took Christina in his arms, and she cried into his shoulder. He held her closely, as she vented her frustrations. "And it makes me so damn angry!" she screamed. Jared winced a bit, because of the cracking in Christina's voice, and the sharpness of her cry. He could feel the heat exhuming from Christina like a furnace. She raised her head, looking Jared in the face. "I've never been so helpless in my life. I hate that feeling," she admitted.
Jared sighed, staring into Christina's eyes. "I'm not gonna tell you what you wanna hear. Because it would be bullshit, and we both know it."
Christina nodded. "It's not--"
"It's not gonna be okay. You're right. You almost died. I almost lost you. And--God damn it," Jared said, his head beginning to pound with a headache. "I hesitated. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I thought maybe if I blasted that son of a bitch you would be free, but--. Chris, I failed."
Christina put her head into Jared's shoulder again, letting out another long, deep sigh. "I'm still scared," she said after a moment. "But, I don't know what I'm afraid of. I've always thought of death as just a part of life. But now, with so much to do, with so many people counting on us. . .it means so much more. And I don't know if I'm afraid to die or if I'm afraid of failing, and being helpless to save all those people in the past."
Jared quivered at the thought of Christina's death, embracing her tightly still. He kissed her head gently, stroking her hair. "Promise me something," he said softly.
Christina spoke into Jared's shoulder still. "What is it?" she asked.
Jared pulled her up, and held Christina's shoulders. "That if worse comes to worse, you'll let me die first."
Christina frowned, almost scoffing. "None of that chivalrous bullshit, dude. I can't--I can't promise you that. Maybe it's my pride talking but--"
"Chris," Jared said, practically pleading with her. "I can't watch you die. I won't. I'll throw myself in front of whatever monster I have to if it means you live."
Christina slapped Jared, and he turned his head. "Neither of us is gonna die!" she screamed. "Besides. I won't let you," she said, grabbing Jared's face with both hands. "I wanna go home, Jared. I wanna go home, with you. I want you to meet my parents. I want to introduce you to my best friend. I'm not gonna let this God damn apocalypse keep me from being happy."
Jared kissed Christina, holding her head again. "We still have a one more Majin Lord to kill."
"And we'll kill him. But right now, I just--I can't. Not now," Christina replied.
"Who do you think you are!?" Destiny belted out, waking Mia, Amaris, and Riku.
Leroy was on his feet, with his back to the bedroom's north wall, but facing Destiny. "I think I'm me, love. I think I let you get caught in a trap I shoulda seen comin'."
"Let me!? Leroy, I'm not helpless! I can fight too, damn it!" she said, her face red with anger.
"Hey. What's wrong you guys?" asked a sleepy-eyed Mia.
"Close the door, shrimp. This might take a while," Leroy said. Mia nodded, and shut the door as she returned to the living room. "Des, I ain't sayin' you're helpless. I'm sayin' I was scared. Scared you were gonna die."
"Leroy," Destiny said, sighing. "You were there. You were trapped with me. Were you thinking about yourself at all? Or Riku? Or Christina? And what about Jared, Amaris, and Riku?"
"They're my friends, Des. But you--well ya mean so much more to me," Leroy said finally. "But you knew that already. Why're you fightin' me like this, huh?"
"Because you make me feel like I'm incapable of fending for myself. Like I need the handsome Aussie guy with his Broken Fayth to swoop in and save little ol' useless Destiny. Well I don't, okay? I just want the same respect that you guys get with your new powers. I want that too. Damn it, I'm fightin' my bloody heart out and I can only be used for occasionally lifting big metal cups and engaging Majin in bondage. Luggin' around this big burly sword, and working just as hard as you, and yet you're worried about me. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of havin' had people fight over me all my bloody life like I'm a trophy!" she said, standing up in the bed.
"From mum and dad, to those useless counselors, my half-witted friends, then Lindow, and now you. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Destiny asked, folding her arms.
Leroy rubbed the back of his head. "No. Guess I don't," he said. "But Des, ain't that all the more reason for me to worry about ya? Maybe I'm a little pushy. But I care, Des. I genuinely, truly care. 's why I was so angry when--look I'm just tryin' to help," Leroy said, surrendering to Destiny.