Ragnar

Ixidor was dumbfounded as he heard a familiar voice answering him, he paused for a while and loosen his grip on the shelf. Welp don't look at me Im just as surprise as you are, I guess its time for round 2, Eliminate this scum now! the likes of him should not live! wait! Ixidor cease his vile thoughts as he gave Marcus a chance to speak up. "Is it really you mister? show yourself! What do you want?" said with an uneasy tone, as he withdrew his sketchpad preparing for the unseen treat.

Ace was well rested as his body temperature seems to return to normal. "Man i need a drink" as the speedster finds another way out of the sewers. He notice a pub nearby as he peeks through the open manhole in the alley. "He..he.. lady luck just smiled on me" he said while walking through the pub as he approach the counter. "here's the plan bub...give me one of your finest cold pint and keep em coming until i pass out. don't ask, lets just say my troubles are catching up to me." he said to the bartender while looking at the window as police cars pass by with their loud sirens.

"Cyndaquil you traitor! i knew chikorita was better NOT! " *Typh sends a message to god through a military radio.* "Smite them o mighty smiter!" "(D)elta (E)cho (A)lpha (T)ango (H)otel is on the go... i repeat, on the go" *Morgan freeman infects the King of Hill with the forum bugs. unable to access it.* That means no mountains and hills for you children. *Everything is blank. ya'll didn't exist.* as I stand in a empty white space. cuz me and god are bros for life. *king of time and space i guess*

Ixidor casually walks alone into the aisle of books and reaches the end of it. He heard footsteps and it seems he was being followed. "Who's there?!" he said feeling threaten. His hand begins to glow triggering his erasing powers and slightly touch the wooden selves. As it begins to crack and seems to be fragile at that moment and one more push it will come tumble down as he prepare for the worst. "Look i don't wanna hurt nobody...I just wannabe alone! don't take another step, or ill bring this bookshelf down."

Ace was riding his motorcycle while he was on the run. the police officer manages to shoot the motorcycle's gas tank as it leaks slowing him down.He finally got him cornered into a wall as he stops, turns off the engine and removes his helmet dropping it into the ground. "My little baby! man my pension won't cover for these bullet shots" said hysterically as he soothes his motorcycle's dent and slowly turns around to the police force with his hands in the air. "What are charges officer? did i break the speeding limit or something? are you going to give me a ticket?" as Ace said sarcastically with a smirk. "Come out with your hands in the air! I repeat, come out with your hands in the air, and you will not be harmed! Resistance will only make things worse!" "Typical government, using violence to resolve anything what they didn't understand, i always hate that." he mumbles. as their guns click and seems to fire at any moment. "Whoaa! J.K. L.O.L...chill i give" as he slowly puts his headphones on his head. "Wanna see something cool? it kinda loud and destructive tho.. so brace yourselves boys and gals. " His body began to levitate as air was suck into the area. the police didn't hesitate to pull the trigger as shots are being fired at him. he dashes with great force as he evades them and the air seems to crack (Whitebeard style)as he manages to outrun and escape them with great speed leaving a loud thunderous boom that shattered their police cars and send the police force flying from the shockwave as he runs toward the open city. He finally found a hiding place under a manhole as it seems he was suffering from overheating as he loosen and rips his clothes. "it stinks in here..Man i hate doing that.. huh, huh.. but i have no choice. huuuh" as he catches his breath inside the disease ridden sewer.

The young artist opens his tired eyes as he touches his temple and was surprised there's no fatal wound. he was dumbfounded of what just happen as he looks around at the same area that he was once killed. He gets up and before he takes his first step, he sees Marcus' lifeless body bathed in a puddle of blood. Ixidor felt disgusted and feeling nauseated as looks away from the incident. "Oh gawd, oh gawd mister... but.. but i thought you will get better if you kill someone. i give my life to you dammit!" as Ixidor seems to be upset see? what did i tell ya.. nuthin' but a low life scum trying to satisfy his thirst in his last moments. as his ill thoughts assumes. and for once Ixidor kinda agrees with his other half's valid points and withdrew is sketchpad and said. "But he didn't deserve this..." as he drew a dark blanket to cover the dead body out of sympathy. Well good riddance.. not our problem anymore. suddenly something snapped inside him like his inner thoughts sync as one and release a frustrated outburst addressing the air hoping to send his message to the judge from before, "IS THIS SOME KIND OF A SICK JOKE!? WHAT KIND OF HIGHER POWER ARE YOU!? YOU CAN PREVENT ALL THIS FROM HAPPENING BUT INSTEAD YOU CHOOSE TO DO NUTHIN'" as Ixidor catches is breath and gains confident to continue his rant. "WELL HERE IS OUR ANSWER TO WHATS OUR GREATEST STRENGTH... OUR IMAGINATION! THAT RIGHT 'OUR'! WE ARE venom ONE, JUST LIKE YOU SAID! as Ixidor fled from the crime scene.

but everything change...

@Hukuna: you forgot my char..T_T

Just as what the young artist provoke Marcus to do, the killer drives the glass shard between the boy's temple that causes his death.. A long green flat line was picture in his head and started beeping once more as his a slowly pace heartbeat was heard. A battle of wits was about to go down in Ixidor's thoughts. Ixidor wakes up in a familiar white room in his mind and he was greeted by pale grinning face that resemble himself infront... well congratulations, you finally defile me and crawl yourself out of that with your little sense of morality! you little Che Guevara you.. as the white doppelganger mocks him. "wait! i can hear my own thoughts? waiit... whaat?? no this can't be the last thing i remember was a blow to the head im pretty sure i wont survive that" as Ixidor surprise realization takes its toll. yeah, i know right? people die if they are killed said with a sassy tone.. well in this case we don't, i don't know what sorcery this is but it seems this place no longer bounds the laws of death. speaking of which, our death was kinda pathetic.. can't believe you fell for that and to makes matters worst we got killed by a begging dog. as the white Ixidor seems to be upset. Ixidor looses his stiff and glad to heard he was alive. Look, i don't wanna waste this second chance and sure you dont either. im pretty sure Ethic abandon you in the hands of that killer and there's no way kenny could survive in that implosion of glass. It's you and me kid whether you like it or not. "Why do you keep saying we!?" as Ixidor contradicts White Ixidor. let me put this bluntly so you can understand.. the game has change kid, get with the program...the second you let your guard down boom vamooosh your dead! there's no friends that you can lean on, there's no justice in this place. We create our own justice, we create our own destiny! we create our own monsters! we are no longer bound by the laws of reality for we create our own. said the narcissistic white Ixidor that seems to be frustrated as tendrils of shadow cast into the white room that they're in, dividing the room in what seems to be a black and white painting. oh and one more thing that Stranger that kills you.. he just makes it into the list of things that needs to be eliminated in our perfect world. as white Ixidor grins and a flash of pitch black darkness engulfs the place Ixidor was lying flat on the cold marble floor of the library. as his fingers slowly trembles in signs of life.

Ixidor was surprised when he heard what the suffering killer has just said. He almost felt sorry as he gaze upon what seems to be a dying man. Fool! did you really fell for that? did your brain just shattered as well as that glass wall? He's trying to kill you in case you didn't notice, he's just a injured rabid dog trying to plead that needs to be put down. look i won't interfere when it comes to this, just grab a glass shard and stab him easy peasy. you keep your morality in check by preventing him for killing everyone else, there's no down side when you look at it. look we haven't have much time since we're dying as well, the beauty of it is you get to decide who gets to go first, Its either you or him. But he has a chance to save himself... i don't. as Ixidor rebuts his thoughts as the voice didn't answer back. Ixidor grabs a glass shard nearby without any hesitation and slides it down next to the stranger and said like a challenge "Do it! since i'm dying anyways...kill me, if it makes you feel alive..." as he collapse to the ground once more as he breathes slower and slower.

bye kenny! @Murdoc: well then i didn't expect that and you didn't say please? lol ehhh.. my character seems defenseless and it would be out of character to pull his powers in this situation... might as well reset it and continue your snowballing, win win situation?...but meh, i'll think of something.

Sid observes his surroundings while standing firm like a good soldier would, as he takes a glimpse at the commanding officers from a far and saw Ray with a bundle of green paper. hmm.. really? is that what I think it is? I think they're gambling...pffftt so this is the army huh? He grins as he remembers his conning days in his head. Meh... so far this match is just testing each others strength...nuthin' special, they haven't given their true power yet. as he continues to mumbles in his head and turns to the other cadets looking for his potential opponent. Hmm.. i could be battlin' the 3 heroes of this camp, that would be interesting. as he looks further noticing Jory, he wince in disgust.. sheesh, i don't like battlin that guy.. the way he raises his GAO is just plain creepy with his sappy pampering. as he looks away to observe what is going on the field.

As Ixidor struggles to crawl for his survival trying get away from the killer leaving blood trails as he goes,"STAY AWAY!" he cried out. He heard a cry and looks at the at killer trying to stab him once again out of desperation... he reaches for his satchel around his body and uses it as a shield as it blocks the attack, the force of the dagger seems weak at this time as he deflects the attack. as the killer seems exhausted and couldn't continue. Now's your chance.... finish him! said the diabolic voice in his head. Ixidor grabs a nearby broken glass shard on the ground as he tries to use it as a stabbing weapon. But trembles to do the deed as he drops the sharp glass piece. He ties to sat down feeling all kinds of pain as he's in an arms reach from the stranger as tears start falling from his eyes and started loathing. "what i have become" as he looks down at his bleeding hands with tiny broken fragments pierce into it. Ixidor tries to communicate with the desperate man as he pauses with every word. "do you really enjoy...aghh..killing even if you are on the verge of dying...!? i wish i have passion for your desire. well not for the same motive anyway." as he release a smirk and soon to follow an agonizing pain as he sat motionless and weeping.

Oh? thought you can arrest me? *Escapes and heals cyndaquil like a baws!" "It seems that king has connections..,well Cyndaquil les do this! put on your war paint we're going in!" *gets to the chopa!* "Heres the plan we're gonna strap ourselves in unto this megaton bomb like a suicide bomber then drop into the hill... i know its a suicide mission but thats the risk im willing to take!" Quil! quil! cyndaquiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil! (translation: you effin idiot! get me out of here!... why don't you just drop the bomb and not getting us killed you baka! i knew i regret the day when you pick me up at Elm's!) "I knew you feel the same way buddy...now les ride" *Drops megaton bomb....hill destroyed! including Kenny and his oshawott* *people heard about the noble stupidity sacrifice...builds memorial shrine in honor of this brave maverick* *Here lies typh, he was an idiot, but hey, atleast he became king" - written on the tombstone. *replaces a dead king with another dead king...* the hill is mine!

Well then.. it seems i just hit 2 birds with one stone. losing an ally and killing one @Notus: does unintended murder counts? ill understand if no spoilerinos.. I think it does count considering no sins are left unpunished.

A sniper shot was fired from the distance as a warning shot coming from a mount far away from the hill... It was me! as i look through the scope... along with my companion Cyndaquil giving firing orders who to shoot next while looking at his cute tiny binoculars. "Quil!" Reloading! Blissey?! you got it boss... boom! HeadSHOT.you tanky mofo.. "Quil!" Reloading!That Guy with the crown?...boom! HEADSHOT.. bye king cyndaquil sends his regards "Quil!" Reloading! Nurse Joy? hmmm... i don't know boss shes kinda hot.. maybe we should spare her.. "Quil! quil!" quil!" *The hill is vacant* while i look at Nurse Joy through the scope like a perv.. "thats right you sexy little thing, you like healing balls don't you? you naughty nurse you.. turn around for daddy."

and giggles when...

Ixidor regains consciousness slowly as he tries to move his battered body and takes a glimpse of the ceiling lights as it shines through his half-open eyes, He was then surprised after of what he just saw next, it seems to be a knife held high above him as it glistens through the light. His eyes widely opens as the knife was dropping down on his chest, out of impulse and despite of the pain, he somehow manages to move his left arm shaking some glass fragments and caught the blade in his hand and tries to avert the predicament he is in. Not the wisest of his choice to caught the knife in his palm as it bleeds. He firmly grips the dagger's blade as he struggles it from landing into his heart. He triggers his erasing powers as he intensifies the grip of the blade as it dissolves leaving only the handle of knife. His palm has this straight deep cut as he backs away from Marcus by crawling a few inch on his elbows wincing in pain with every movement he makes. as he takes a good look at the holder. "Why? What are you doing?" he ask feeling uneasy as he takes a gulp down his throat.

Ixidor never got the chance to hear the answer to his question and anything for that matter, as he lays flat on his stomach on the cold marble library floor. He's struggling to keep it together to stay live; as he was on the border line of life and death. he was barely breathing and trying to hold it in. As he was on verge of dying, the pentagon shape mirror prison cracks rapidly as his powers seems to wears off. It shatters and drops like a hundred chandelier crashing down violently revealing whats inside of that death box, leaving a huge pile of broken fragments of glass on the floor. ((incoming debate in his subconscious mind.))

Akuma has witness the small skirmish between the wind knight Sigurd and the captain of defense Orpheus, as the Victornari displays a swift movements with his golden weaponry with ease. Akuma was quite content of what he just saw and stand corrected about his previous doubts. "Man I got get one of those seems to be heavy tho." as he mumbles while scratching his beak in a thinking manner just as the fight breaks up and the golden Victornari left. "Well the wicked never sleeps, neither do we" as he said with a jolly tone. As the group gathers, the Birdman was all ears about what Brass was planning.

Akuma ask from the back of the group following Jeneve's introduction with his own. "Greetings golden warrior of this region, the name's Akuma, a wandering Kenku of the Shifting sands at your aid. Just as my fellow warrior said, where did you get that armor?" as the Kenku pause for a sec and started doubting. "I'm quite surprise at your radiant armor but pardon me for nitpicking but I believe as saying goes that a knight in a shinning armor is a man has never had his metal truly tested. clearly im not convinced..no disrespect my good man." as he waits the response of the bright Victonari.

sneaky little bastards

"Don't... trust..." was the last thing he heard from a mysterious voice and feels a chill around him as the Phantom left, Ixidor wildly opens his eyes like he wakes up from a bad dream. He realize that he was outside of that death box. Feeling nauseated he collapse the second he tries to move. The young painter was battered and bruise once more despite of being healed by Kenny a few moments ago. Pieces of small broken glass pierce to his skin and multiple cuts was all over his body. He crawls in pain trying to reach Ethic. "Where's Kenny and that troubled man? are they still inside? I didn't meant this to happen." he said with a soft spoken voice enduring his suffering as blood drools from his mouth and slowly shut his eyes seems to pass out from the pain.

((K_H the walls didn't shattered, it's kinda like Haku's ice mirrors from Naruto...its my bad for lacking description though)) Ixidor felt better after being healed and didn't even notice cause his eyes was close at that time when he fell to the ground. The storm of shrapnel continues to fly like bullets being fired as he cowardly hits the dirt motionless covering his head.

The young painter looks around and was glad his creation didn't backfire this time as he smiles and said with amazement "wow, I did it! " Ixidor turns his attention to what seems to be another lost person trap in the library, He then turns to Ethic "There's no need to lie Mr.Ethic,Mr.Kenny" as Ixidor clumsily give out his friend's name and motives. As he childishly interrupted Ethic and the Stranger's conversation in there middle of their mindgames with each other. "Don't worry mister, we're just lost and confused as you are, Glad your not hurt..you can come with us if you like. better stick together there's lot of dangerous stuff around here." said with jolliness as he extend his hand to Marcus showing his complete trust. just before the others could respond. A small glass shard suddenly flies off stabbing Ixidor in the shoulder not to deep as he went down, curling himself and crying in pain. As the mirror wall surrounding the group of people seems to alive and hundreds of shards appears as it ripples from the mirror's surface. The mirror prison wall rapid fire these shrapnel back and forth from each direction leaving the people inside caught in a crossfire of shards.