As Ángel's gun flew out of the hand and they were sent hurtling back, Dusk saw opportunity. They threw their blade his way once again, barely even looking to see if it connected, and snatched the Desert Eagle from the air. Just in time, too; Yu-Mi had a bead on them again and had resumed shooting at...

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Ángel batted their blade back at them, sending it on a slow, inelegant tumble through the air. As Dusk caught the weapon by the hilt, a searing pain shot through their right leg. Of course one of them had a gun. Why wouldn't they? This was bad. Dusk wasn't sure how realistically wounds and bleeding ...

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Dusk did not have time to worry about the horrific damage their blade had wrought upon Cee, nor about his chilling shrieks of agony. Two more remained.

Dusk hurled their sword through the air at Ángel, watching it spin rapidly through the air, unburdened by gravity.

((Dusk continued from I'm on phone rn I'll link it later)) The southernmost entrance opened. In the darkened planetarium, the silhouette of a new figure could just be made out. "... Jump." The figure vanished from the doorway before appearing right in front of Cee, floating just a little a...

They were asleep before she'd even shut the door.

((Dusk continued elsewhere))

"Trust me," they replied, interrupting themselves to yawn. "The only thing that's gonna make it easier is not thinking about it too hard."

"... audience?" Dusk's voice was disdainful, and more than a little incredulous. They knew, of course, that there was an audience, of a sort anyway. But it wasn't something they'd bothered to worry about; either they'd die here and the opinions of the public wouldn't matter anymore, or the...

Dusk's eyes rolled behind their sunglasses. Marnie was looking for a buddy, as if now was a great time to start making friends with the rest of the class. But Dusk sensed that first option - the one they preferred, frankly - wasn't a real option at all. "... like, what's there to really talk ab...

Still looking for pitches!

No need for a hero on my end, but death pitches much appreciated!

A huff of air came up from their lungs, a sound of resigned irritation.

"... fine."

They adjusted their position in the chair a little, wincing as they accidentally brushed against the bruise on their cheek.

"Too tired to argue."

((Dusk continued from this is just a brief improvisation in the dance )) The door swung wide open, revealing the bloodstained, bruised figure behind it. Dusk took a single step into the room before freezing at the door. Their eyes looked Marnie up and down in appraisal, trying to determine how best ...

((Dusk continued from Look At You, Hacker )) "-MP!" Dusk blinked to the ground below, crumpling onto their hands and knees. Their vision swam violently around, worsening the growing nausea in the stomach. They pulled their mask down just in time for bile to climb up their esophagus and fur...