[open] Six Feet Under in the Penalty Box

[jonesiseverywhere]

Who| Casey and YOU and murderers what go boo
What| Murderworld!
Where| Murderworld!!!
When| Log covers Day 1 and day 2 of the event
Warnings/Notes| Lots of open prompts, if you want to do something closed just note it in the subject line or let me know!

A.
Having a first aid kit was turning out to be a pretty good way of getting around. The people who for-absolute-sure weren't murderers saw his med stuff and let him through. Or sometimes he'd have to slap some healing gel or a bandage on a cut or hand over some stomach medicine or something, but he wasn't getting messed with as far as the victims went. It kinda made sense, actually. Casey'd seen enough doctors in the rink that he wouldn't mess with them either.

He figures he should save as much stuff as he can for the hero-types around here, but he hasn't actually met one that needs help yet. But it's also getting kind of late...

B.
"Ah, this is just like when aliens -but you know, like...bad aliens!- took over my city. This ain't nothin' I've never seen before."

It's kind of hard to tell who he's talking too, though it's definitely not himself. The acoustics are just weird around the Industrial Zone, that's all. After all, who watching wouldn't need some reassurance about crossing a skinny beam of rusty metal across a dark pit? The fact that Casey doesn't really want to do that at all but has no other way to get through the area? Has nothing to do with it.

At all.

C.
OK so you can't drive a truck through a tundra, even with snow tires. Apparently, the cold just shuts down the engine after a while. Getting stuck in a snowbank doesn't help either. One might have made the other worse, in fact.

He's not going to be able to get out of here without a car or a buddy, and he's out of nutrient pack. Hopefully someone with food or something comes through soon...

D. Wildcard! Forget it pals, this is Murderworld.

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[jonesiseverywhere]

The silence must mean he's impressed, right?

"Try straight though Arcade's dumb face. That's how The Reaper's gonna get out of here."

He's also pretty sure it's the only way out. Crazies who build giant murder arenas don't usually build them with back doors.

[mylawn]

Definitely. Definitely impressed. Not. This time, the roll of his eyes is practically audible.

"Quit calling yourself that."

It's really dumb!!!

[jonesiseverywhere]

"What, why? Just 'cause another dude is trying to take that name for himself? 'Cause I had it first and I'm not giving it up."

So there.

[mylawn]

"I don't care what he calls himself."

Maybe he cares a little bit.

"It sounds stupid on him, too."

[jonesiseverywhere]

...That is totally not how an old hardened solider talks. That's more like a 7-year-old who's friend got the toy he wanted. Casey can't help the snort of laughter.

"What happened, did he pull your hair and pass you mean notes during calculus?"

[mylawn]

"He tried to kill me."

Deadpan. Incredibly serious. Sort of the story, but missing a lot of details. It goes much, much deeper.

"Almost managed it."

[jonesiseverywhere]

OK, yeah, Casey's been there. It's not the kind of thing to exactly make you buddy-buddy.

"Well, other Reaper's already got busted once so he's on the Legion's radar, right? Once we're outta here, he's pretty much under wraps."

Listen to that confidence. "Still doesn't mean I gotta change my name."

[mylawn]

“It’s not going to stop him.”

Reaper is both tenacious and unhinged, and 76 knows more than anyone that it’s a dangerous combination. He can only hope that there’s enough of Gabriel Reyes left to have some sense about things. Keep him from doing something exceedingly stupid.

Maybe that’s putting a little too much faith in him.

“Is that what you went by back home?”

[jonesiseverywhere]

"He's still just some guy with smoke powers. I mean, he caught me off guard when I first met him but we can take him now."

Going toe-to-toe with the Shredder already makes everything else seem like cake in comparison. And besides, he's never met anyone who couldn't be defeated in SOME way.

"Nah, I picked it to be a superhero. At home, I'm Casey Jones the vigilante."

[mylawn]

“Uh-huh.”

It’s a little hard for 76 to think of Reaper as ‘just some guy with smoke powers’, given their history, and he doesn’t exactly trust him to kowtow to the Legion—nor does he trust the Legion to be able to properly handle him. Only time will tell, he supposes, but 76 isn’t fond of waiting around. Murderworld might be his chance to deal with Reaper for good, now that the ‘no kill’ rule is lifted, though he imagines the UP still won’t be fond of Legionnaire offing another.

He’ll have to bait Reaper into attacking, make it self-defense. But that’s neither here nor there, nor does it solve the problem of getting out of the arena.

“Fighting aliens, right?”

[jonesiseverywhere]

"What, you don't believe me? Dude, I've taken on aliens, ninja assassins, mutants, criminal scum, ghosts, dream beavers...Probably a buncha stuff I'm forgetting."

Casey's taken to playing with his hockey stick as they walk. Balancing it on his fingers, flipping it around his shoulder, spinning it on his palm...He's bored. It seems like there's no end to this section.

"Everyone's gotta weakness and once we figure his out, moppin' the floor with him'll be cake."

[mylawn]

Those are all very nice thoughts, of course, but 76 is something of a pessimist in this department. It might have something to do with the fact that deep down in his crusty soul, he just wants to bring Gabriel back, no matter how much of an impossibility it seems to be. He knows he’ll try in spite of himself, and he won’t be at all surprised when it gets them both killed.

But that’s neither here nor there. What’s more pressing is the fact that this has turned into a veritable stroll, when the should be exercising significantly more caution than this.

“We should get out of the open.”