I AM THE GOD OF HELL FIRE....

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Characters: OPEN TO ALL - PLEASE TAG IN WHEN YOU POST BY USING THE "EDIT TAGS" OPTION
Date/Time: 1:07PM to approximately 3:07pm October 24th
Location: The ENTIRE WORLD of Edensphere
Rating: Varied I expect, but let's say R to be safe.
Summary: Edensphere burns. Everyone dies. ...Well, not quite everyone. Warning for large-scale character death and

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[nixe_eva]

She was taking a rest in the Park. There was an air of calm as Hybrid managed to get some semblance of 'relaxed' into her posture. She pulled her knees up to her chest, balancing with a practiced air on the branch. Her nose caught the scent of fire before her eyes opened. And then her tree was on fire, racing up. Her eyes looked out across the City. The world was burning

Open to Zombie? Anyone else in Section 1?

[smokesordie]

When Eyepatch said he hadn't want to leave the house, he meant it. Yesterday had been exciting enough, and a boring day sounded perfect. Nevertheless, he hadn't forgotten his conversation with Rabbit either, and since that stayed within the Housing Section, he didn't mind.

Eyepatch stepped out of his and Zombie's house, glancing down and pulling his jacket open. He hadn't even reached his cigarette pack nor had the door fully closed behind him when--poof!--a heavy suit appeared on him. It prevented him from grabbing his cigarettes, yet was just snug enough so he couldn't pull his arm from the sleeve either

[fewterer]

The first thing he picked up on was the heat, the smell and feeling of it. His eyes locked onto Eyepatch as if he was a target. "There's a fire." He said swiftly, almost with no emotions. He had to prepare, because he had a feeling it was coming closer. "Collect some of your stuff, you have one minute."

He grabbed a back, making sure to have his guns, his special box, and a part of their collection of guns and bullets. He could smell the fire was large, and it was almost like a sixth sense sort of feeling.

Dog was wearing some weird suit, just like Eyepatch was. He looked down, and now he noticed some weird suit was on him. "I have our stuff; we need to find a place to take cover." He knew he could survive the fire with his healing ability, but he knew Eyepatch and Dog probably couldn't.

[smokesordie]

Amidst his own shouting, the warning fell upon deaf ears. With the suit encasing him, it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

Through his narrow line of view, he made out another figure. It was only the pale contrast that he knew who it was, and Eyepatch fell still. He had no idea what the suit was exactly, but it's weight felt more like a restraining device than something to wear. He strained to hear what Zombie was saying and only managed to make out, 'find a place to take cover'.

"Easy for you to say!" he shouted, with no clue whether or not Zombie could hear him. Biting down on his tongue, he lifted one foot and slowly stepped forward. Although that proved more effective than trying to run, it took far more energy and time than taking a step should have.

"Fuck this," he muttered, managing to lift his arms and grasp the large head piece. He tugged and tugged, but the effort proved futile. "Help me get this piece of shit off!" At this rate, he felt he wouldn't make it across the pathway.

[fewterer]

He could hear muffled cursing of some sort through the suit, and for once, Zombie was slightly annoyed Eyepatch wasn't loud enough. He snorted, his bag of goods now tossed over his gold suit. If Eyepatch was going to be difficult, then Zombie would just have to force him to come along.

"We are going." He spoke slowly, trying to make it so Eyepatch could hear him better.

Dog was very obedient, following Zombie willingly she rubbed against Eyepatch's leg as if she was telling him to listen to Zombie.

He grabbed onto Eyepatch's suit and began dragging him. Somehow this all felt rather familiar. "We need to find somewhere safe, and stop messing with the suit; we don't have time for this." He knew the fire was getting bigger and more spread out. It was only a matter of time before section one would full collapse in fire (if this continued, that is).

Out of nowhere, their place got set on fire. Zombie cursed, gritting his teeth. He started moving again, tugging at Eyepatch to follow. "Move!"

Open to Nobody

[burntorangesky]

After the events of the past few days--first her inexplicable actions toward Justice under the mistletoe, and then the frightening experience of the blackout--Fred had decided to stay at home today. She had gone to Medical Island the day before as Rabbit had asked her to, and had let them poke her, prod her, exclaim over her double hearts' beat, and ask about a thousand questions. She hoped they had all the information they needed; she never intended to go back to that place of her own free will

1/2 ummmm tldr yeah ahaha.

[notpaid2dodge]

He'd dived into his work after the memory crystal, determined to find something that would connect to the things he'd remembered. The flute could wait; he knew he could go find one at his leisure, if what Justice and the others had told him was true. As a side effect of the number of things he'd fixed or modified--and more importantly sold--he had some small amount of extra money to his name, and had been thinking about trying to acquire the kind of clothing he'd felt himself wearing

2/2

[notpaid2dodge]

One sound rose above the endless wails of death and horror and the roar of the inferno, creaking and cracking, groaning with strain; he turned his head to the source and watched as a large section of tree tipped downward like a strained fishing rod, rapidly splintering and splitting at the place where it met the main trunk.

Directly below it someone stood in a bizarre golden suit, caught between movement and confusion.

Protect the weak.

His body obeyed the order his mind had given before he had the chance to think about it--or about why that person had dressed the way they did--feet pounding against the slowly-smoldering wood as he ran; he moved with catlike skill and speed, leaping across gaps and vaulting easily over stretches of madly flaring flame.

The path cut off at the last moment save for a thin branch half the width of his foot; he tore across it without noticing and bulled into the suited stranger, knocking them out of the way, his voice raising above the quiet monotone for the first time since his arrival.

"MOVE!"

Lool, and the prize for tl;dr in this log goes to...

[burntorangesky]

Fred had one second of warning before someone shouted 'Move!' and crashed into her. That voice sounded familiar... she just managed to wrench her head around and see a sheet of familiar-looking bangs and one visible eye glaring at her as she staggered away.

Then something came between her and Nobody. Something large, leafy, and on fire. A tree branch had fallen from above, landing just where Fred had been moments ago. And right where Nobody had been standing. Fred stood there staring for a moment, shocked by the suddenness of it all--and then she suddenly moved toward the branch. Her indecisiveness had nearly gotten her killed; she was not about to let Nobody die because of her stupidity.

If he was still alive, she was going to save him.

Closed for now

[extantlaw]

This was... it was hell.

Justice had just emerged from his room when it happened; one of Kazahana's medical files in his hand and wearing his usual weekend attire of a pair of rather worn jeans and a plain white shirt. For once, he was wearing shoes, for which he would be grateful later - although he did not know it at the time.

When things changed, it happened in the blink of an eye. The gold suit was like a sudden weight on his body and the abrupt damping of his senses triggered a jolt of adrenalin and an irrational fear that somehow, he had been thrust inside a memory without his knowledge. It was only when his vision cleared, and groping hands reached up and made contact with the helmet that he fully understood what had happened. But he still did not know whyIt was an effort to cross the living area, the weight of the suit and the heavy metal foot plates making movement difficult. It was hot inside - his sight dimmed to almost nothing by the orange-tinted glass that passed for a window. The scent of warming metal and his own

Re: Closed for now

[extantlaw]

Fire. Fires everywhere - localised walls of flame that formed circles around buildings, licking at them greedily until they glowed red. Still-smouldering embers falling from the sky above - he jerked his arm back clumsily as one landed on the suit, but it bounced off harmlessly. Fireproof, he registered, automatically. Another step, and then another, and he could look down, through where only yesterday there had been the thinning leaves of fall, branches now stripped bare in places by the fire

[misterbluesky]

He was in his room, dangling a string for Diego to swat at when it happened. There was suddenly a weight on him as he lay across his bed, his vision cut down to a small window, and he pushed off of the bed with some effort. Diego, he could see, was struggling in a small suit of his own, the cat's yowling and halting movements against the weight of the suit all he focused on for a few seconds. He pulled up his gloved hands, turning them over before him and trying to think of why. Why had this happened?

He stepped out of his room, his movements halted by the eight of the suit, and every step harder than the last. There was a file on the floor, and he could only hear his own breathing in his ears as he watched it curl up on itself. Another step, and then another until he passed Justice's empty room. Where was he? It was then that he realized something, and the panic stung through him. Justice. Where was he? He finally took another few steps and came to the door, the thermostat indicating a temperature it couldn't register

[extantlaw]

The unexpected weight of a hand on his shoulder jolted Justice out of his paralysis. He stumbled away from it, turning clumsily to find himself confronted by another of the golden suits. The touch served to distract him from the flames and from the severe discomfort of being trapped in the suit itself.

His eyes could make out no detail of a face, the other's visor as restricted in shape and size as his own; the thick tinted glass reflecting the fire around them and shadowing the occupant.

Phoenix. The voice was faint against the sound of the blaze, but he recognised it - exaggerating the nod of his head inside the helmet in the hope that the ungainly item followed suit. Then he gestured into the blaze ahead of him, where it increased in intensity the closer it grew to the oversized trunk

Section 1-->onward (Open to Chapel and Geranium, others if you're looking)

[sixthsinner]

Chapel always figured that if he was going to Hell, it'd happen after he died. In the middle of a normal afternoon while he was sitting in his room? Not so much.

When the fire broke out, he was so surprised he dropped his cigarette from his mouth, staring and blinking in case that would make the horrifying sight go away. It was only when flames shot across the floor to lick his feet that he cursed and jumped up. Maybe this was an early trip to the big downstairs, but he was still alive, and he wouldn't go easily.

He slammed his way through the door, not wanting to touch the metal knob. That was a safety tip, wasn't it? Why did he know that? It wasn't much better outside. Fire was everywhere, all around them, and everyone he could see looked terrified. One man just stood there, staring up at the burning leaves, completely ignoring the chunk of burning debris that was about to land on him

[gundrifter]

It started with the golden suit that suddenly appeared around Geranium's body, encasing him completely. It startled him to his feet in the middle of the empty house--but before he could even think about it, there was suddenly fire climbing up a wall of the house, and the ceiling burning above him. When he stumbled outside and saw the maelstrom of fire Edensphere had become, his thoughts went instantly to the people in the 'Sphere he cared for the most. Will, Koi, Chapel...what about Dani, and Lucy? Were they alive, were they okay? Could anyone survive this? He had to help them if he could

[sixthsinner]

This was a horror show. Every step Chapel took was one he wished he hadn't, but what else was there to do? Everything was burning, and debris was falling from the upper branches, including huge chunks of other dwellings. He was sure that at least one of the falling torches was a human being.

Damn, God, he thought to himself. I know we do a lot of terrible things, but all these people?

It seemed like everything was ablaze, no matter where he went, but all he could think of was making it to the elevator. There had to be somewhere safe, didn't there

[gundrifter]

Geranium felt an immeasurable relief at seeing Chapel's familiar face--and more importantly, seeing that he was okay. But it was quickly crested by worry. Chapel didn't have one of the suits like he did; he was much more vulnerable to this horrible inferno. At all costs, Geranium had to see his friend to safety--though where safety was to be found in all this, he didn't know.

"It's me, Chapel!" Geranium waved a hand as he ran to Chapel's side. At least his friend seemed to recognize his voice. "We've got to get out of here--gotta get to safety somewhere. Maybe--" He tugged at the helmet, but it wasn't coming loose.