Takumi
Member of the Yato Club
AFTERLIFE
Shzz--
"Shut. Your. Ass." Before Billy could summon a magical lightning bolt to strike the car and electrocute- and possibly kill- everyone inside, the man sitting in the front passenger seat turned around and placed an SMG barrel into the boys mouth. "Just shut. Your. Ass."
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"We've just had this baby waxed. You want to zap yourself? Hold it until we stop for gas!"
"Getting into the N3 is a pain in the ass. The easiest way to get down here is to die." The Driver replied matter-of-factly. "I died in a plane-crash, Pierce choked on an olive--"
"C'mon, man! We talked about this! We were gonna say I died how I lived; drowning in strippers and--"
"Yeah-Yeah-Yeah, whatever you say. The short answer is we're both already dead. As are you guys. Suck it up and put your damn seat-belt on."
@Jeremi @Lucky
OPEN SEAS
The sharp wind from Mila's wings rolled upwards as it struck the great wave. The wave broke down into a cloud of foam and fog. It came crashing down upon the boat nonetheless. Already rocked the by force of Mila's wings, the pounding, crashing water was enough to tip the flimsy raft. The hastily fastened wood came crumbling apart, and the last of the Champions were dragged down bellow...
8 Minutes Remaining
Eight. 8.
A lucky number.
There were 8 teams on the island.
8 Saints were anointed upon the Goddess' return.
There 8 dimensions of 'space' in reality.
Any dimensions above the 8th were spaceless of beyond mortal understanding.
Some day soon, 8 Mortals would march against the Goddess.
As we speak, there 8 writers writing this story.
Perhaps it was luck. Perhaps it was fate.
But with 8 minutes to spare, a dragon, a viper and a robin caught sight of something glowing beneath the waves.
The strange gravity of the Underworld dragged them down towards it.
All they had to do was reach out!
Reach out and---
DRYLANDS
Wet, cold and stunned- but alive- the Champions awoke in the heart of the Drylands. A strange, topical forest had started to sprout of from where they had laid. The air was cool. The grass was wet. It was something straight out of a mirage.
"How..." Robin muttered. He slowly sat up and wiped the flakes of ice from his face. "We were... how did we...?"
Time Remaining: 3 minutes.
"But we're still here... we're alive..."
Time Remaining: 2 minutes
"But we're out of time..." Viper stared blankly at the rising Sun. "Another Underworld Morning... We're never getting off the island, are we?"
"I..." Robin's eyes drifted down to Mila and... the Emerald that laid beside her. The strange crystal seemed to pulse and shake... as if something was lurking inside of it, desperate to be free. Red sparks crackled over its surface. With every shake, the mirage spread further and further. Before Champions knew it, the Drylands had become a new, Tropical Region. "I think... for the first time in God knows how long... we just might have a shot..."
"Damian, it's morning... You know what's coming, don't know? We need to find cover! We need to get back to the Clearing! We need to move!"
@Takumi @Minerva
That light, Mila eyes glowed as she reached for it--
With a cough, water escaped the dragon's lungs.

"Ugh..." She groaned, before her eyes landed on the crystal. It looked...almost like that emerald that had came from her side in that portal, but different.
As Damian spoke, her brows furrowed as she moved her damp hair from her face. Eyes alight and as alive as ever as the scenery around her changed, she tilted her head.
"What exactly do you mean?" She spoke up, hesitating for a moment before reaching for it carefully.
@Sark @Minerva