Elimination Exit

[Aero]

Poison


Gokua sat dreadfully in a darkened corner of the empty room?no people, no furniture, no wallpaper, not carpet. His head was hung low, and his chaotic mess of orange hair shrouded any hopes of catching a glimpse of his facial features. A dim light (It created an orange lighting rather than the usual) lingered from the center of the ceiling rocking back and forth, mutating the faint shadow that was behind the swordsman. He simply sat there with his hands laced together in front of him, still hunched over, and mourning over his own miserable defeat.

?Fucking poison,? he muttered. ?Poison . . .? he raised his voice. ?Poison!? he bellowed with tenacious ferocity. The floor vibrated, and the foundations of the building quivered under Gokua?s sheer rage.

He got up from his seat. His muscles slim arms became brawny as he they bulged. He raised his head upward; the orange light washed over the alien?s face. His eyes were wide, and his mouth open; teeth grinding against each other. The foundations continued to quiver, and the floor vibrated much more violently.

?POISON!? he roared, ?POISON!?

Erratic showings of lightning appeared and disappeared around his figure, and slowly, he levitated into the air; the lightning rose with him. The floor finally ceased to shake, and the foundations?what was left of them?returned to normal, and still maintained the majority of its structure. Gokua?s eyes went white and his hair fell over his face in a depressing, maniacal fashion. He roared POISON in an inarticulate ball of nonsense. And again. And again.

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His eyes gradually opened.

?Thank God, you?re all right,? a calming voice said.

The swordsman was greeted to an intense light. He waved a palm over his face to block the sudden shine. His eyes opened more, and he saw a female figure in front of him.

?I thought you had killed yourself in here,? she said. Her voice was light and innocent. It placed Gokua into a palace of tranquility. She spoke more words, but all he heard was pleasurable blurred tones gently meander into one ear, massage his brain, and twist out of the other. Then it came clear to him. ?Would you like anything to eat or drink, sir??

He shook his head a few times?right left, right left. ?No, I?ll be ?right.?

?Okay then. Just stay careful. Dante?s Abyss can really take a toll on people.?

?Yeah, no kidding.?

?How did you wind up here anyway??

Gokua was struck dumb with an emotionless facial expression. He thought deeply?into the inner portions of his mind. He remembered what his father used to tell him. A man never remembers everything he sees until he sees it twice. He remembered where he was?barren ground, typical for that region of the island. He remembered his backpack and his spork. Think harder. He remembered a bush. He remembered regurgitating blood, then an entire organ?his liver. Think harder. He traveled deeper into his memory, fishing for more content. It came to him. He remembered a figure. He was of a strange skin color. He had a peculiar, yet rather distinct Mohawk that appeared to have been dipped in red-orange. A plate on the side of his head and Elvin ears, he remembered. He wore the attire of a wandering man; the type that lived paycheck to paycheck. And those eyes?those dark green eyes. They were merciless.

?I was poisoned,? Gokua replied, roughly.

?Ah. . . what a sad way to be defeated.?

?Indeed.?

?On to bigger and better things though,? she said, trying to comfort him; it worked. ?Right??

?Right.?

?Well, I hope you do well in the rest of your vent??

Gokua disappeared, vanishing into thin are.




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OOC: There, I'm out. Good luck to everyone I am rooting for (You know who you are). And I hope someone castrates Tapion, so I can greet him on this side. Same for Retane.