r/whowouldwin Jun 04 '17

Special Character Scramble VIII Round 0: Jailhouse Rock

The Character Scramble is a writing prompt tournament where people compete to write the best story they can. At the beginning, everyone submits characters that meet the guidelines, then those characters are randomized and distributed evenly. From then on, each week there's a new writing prompt for everyone to follow. At the end of the week, everyone votes for who they think should advance, until we have our winner at the end. The winner at the end of the tournament gets to choose the theme, tier, and rules of the next scramble, along with a nice custom flair as their reward. The current theme is based on Part 6 of the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure manga, and the tier is 2-8/10 against Captain America or Batman.

Without further ado, here we go!


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You still can’t believe it. The situation is so surreal you can hardly think of it as anything other than some horrible nightmare. You’ve spent the last few days being railroaded through a court system that seemed more concerned about convicting you than judging you, and now you’re in a van with barred windows, heading for America’s first privately-owned prison for people, creatures, and miscellaneous beings that normal prisons can’t contain: Green Dolphin Street Prison. Your sentence: Life without chance of parole. It’s hard to be optimistic about the situation.

Prison guards guide you through the admission process. You get your weapons and armor taken away, get assigned your uniform, and get toured around the facilities. Finally, you are assigned your cellmates - three of them.

You try to get to know the people you’ll be spending the rest of your life with, and the four of you quickly figure out that pretty much everybody has weapons and nobody is wearing the prison uniforms. Your fellow inmates aren’t even bothering to hide their contraband, and the guards don’t care. None of you want to be helpless prey for the prisoners who have vastly better firearms and fashion sense, so you come up with a plan: raid the confiscated items room and steal your stuff back.

The four of you surreptitiously manage to sneak past the guards make it into the security room. You raid the lockers and plastic tubs until you’ve nabbed everything that’s yours and changed back into your usual getup. Everything seems to have gone off without a hitch. Say, why aren’t there any guards in this room, anyway? The only other living thing in this room is that weird bird sleeping over there...

Then the bird wakes up.

Then the bird is really mad.

Your team has woken up the guardian of the prison’s confiscated items, and it isn’t gonna let you take them without a fight. If you want to be free, you’re gonna have to fight this bird.

Free. Bird. Free Bird. See, there’s a reason I picked that music.


Normal Rules

People Living In Competition: Look at all these obscure characters in the scramble! Give a brief summary of your characters in your post. Be sure to mention things like powers, personality, weaknesses, just stuff that the average reader should know before reading.

All I Do Is Win: The Scramble is a game, and in the end the player always wins the game. This time the player is you, champ! That means that when your write your story, your team always comes out victorious. Even if the odds of you winning are 1 in 100, explain those odds in the analysis and then show us that 1 miracle run.

Take Your Hand Out Of My Pocket: Characters are assumed to be at the same power level they started the tournament at at all times. To clarify, this means you would not be able to loot Captain America of his shield if you beat him in a previous round, or otherwise gain a competitive advantage based on anything that happened in a previous round. This is to aid your opponent in research of your character.

Due Date: Round 0 is due June 18th, two weeks from now Keep in mind that while this is a warmup round, failing to participate will still get you kicked out. It’s highly recommended that you put your best foot forward, but don’t take it too seriously- we’re just getting started!


Round-Specific Rules

  • Round Goal: Take Back What’s Yours!: You aren’t leaving without your weapons and gear, and you’re going to make sure every thing that got taken from you is stuffed right back into your pockets. If nobody on your team uses weapons, then take your clothes. If your whole team consists of naked animals, then just improvise some reason to get into this fight.

  • I Want To Break Free!: ...but you can’t. This prison isn’t any old prison, it’s built for people of your character’s caliber. The walls are too high to scale and too hard to break, the guards are armed to the point that fighting them is impossible, and a magical/technological barrier prevents teleporting or flying out. If you can think of any other ways your characters could just bust their way out of prison on the spot, they can’t do that either. The reason: This is the beginning of the season and if they do that now there’s no story.

  • Bird is the Word: In case you haven’t guessed, your team is going to have to defeat Pet Shop. It might not be Part 6, but it’s still Jojo, so it fits! The bird has to be either killed, knocked out, or otherwise incapacitated to progress. All characters can see and interact with Horus whether they have a stand or not.


Flavor Rules

  • Florida Prison Blues: What’s the first day in prison like for your characters? How are they taking it? How did they choose to spend their time? How did they keep their hair from getting shaved down to the prison-standard buzz cut?

  • Getting to Know You: These are going to be your cellmates and teammates for the duration. You don’t have to get along, but you’re kind of stuck together, so maybe you’d like to at least try to learn some stuff about each other.

  • Breaking In Is Hard To Do: Well? ...how are they going to get into the security room to steal their stuff back? It can be as complicated or simple as you want. Just try not to cause a big fight. If you all get locked in solitary it defeats the purpose.

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u/OddDirective Jun 17 '17 edited Jul 05 '17

CHAPTER 1: Welcome to the Jungle, Pt. 1


Tsunayoshi Sawada stared at the cuffs keeping his hands in place. How had it turned out like this? he thought. Sure, I did beat up that weird foreigner, but he was threatening me!

“Prisoner 108!”

And he attacked Gokudera! I had to defend myself!

“Prisoner 108!”

Tsuna thought back to his “Family”, or at least, what Reborn had called his family. Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei, Kyoko, everyone. I’m so-

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEY!” Tsuna’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the guard at the front of the van yelled out at the prisoners. “Prisoner 108!” he said, pointing at the young Mafia boss.

“W-what? Me?!” Tsuna said, looking at the guard in confusion.

“No, I mean the OTHER spaced-out prisoner I’m pointing at!” the fed-up guard replied. When Sawada began to look behind him for that “other” prisoner, the guard angrily grabbed his collar and shouted “Come on!”

Tsuna tried his best to get out of the guard’s grip, but failed as he was brought into the gates of the prison. As he watched them close, he felt a lump form in his throat. He was just a middle school student, yet here he was, being thrown in maximum security prison.

There was no time to dwell on the circumstances, though, as he was dragged to his feet in some sort of processing room. The guard at the desk, a rather large lady, simply pointed to the guard holding him and asked “That the last one?”

“Yeah.” the guard said, “He decided he didn’t want to hear me, so I had to drag him out.”

“H-hold on-” the prisoner began, but the lady merely shrugged, and said “Just process him and get him on the way. Boss said he had a speech prepared.”

“Really?” the guard said, leading Tsuna to another room. “Well, at least we won’t be the only ones who’re forced to listen to him.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” was all he heard before being shoved into another room. This one was like a normal school locker room, except someone had taken out the lockers, so there was just benches and a residual smell of sadness. The guard fished around on his belt for the keys, and unlocked Tsuna’s handcuffs.

Rubbing his wrists, Tsuna looked at the guard, who was in the process of closing the door. “Why did you take my cuffs off?”

The man turned to him, and said ‘I sure as hell ain’t stripping you.” before slamming the door shut.

“Whaaa?!” H-he doesn’t expect me to take my clothes off, does he?!

“Prisoner!” the intercom blared. “This is an automated message. Please take off your clothes for a full body inspection. Afterwards, you will be given a regulation prison jumpsuit and your clothes will be taken to lockup.”

They do!! Tsuna, slowly realizing that there was no other option, stipped down to his boxers and stepped in front of the door to the examination room. He swallowed, and opened the door.


“At least that’s over.” Tsuna sighed. He was being led to the cell block by a surprisingly normal-seeming guard. As they walked through the corridors, Tsuna asked the guard “What’s your name?”

The guard simply gave him a look of disgust as the two entered into the main cell block. The prisoners were lined up in rows, assembled in front of a bunch of tables. Tsuna looked over at the prisoners. There were so many of them, of all shapes and sizes. There were hugely muscled men sitting next to timid-looking women. There were cyborgs, aliens, and even a few large animals, in their own section. Each was doing their own thing, be it talking with another prisoner or scanning the cell block for escape points.

Finally, the guard led Tsuna to his place at the front of the room. He watched as a man with silver hair and a dangerous grin dressed in black punk attire strode on stage. He held a megaphone in his left hand, and as he got to the microphone, held the megaphone up to it. Tsuna tried to cover his ears as-

”ATTENTION ALL YOCTOGRAMS!”

-the man shouted loudly into the megaphone. All eyes turned to the man, who kicked the microphone over and held the megaphone to his mouth again.”Now that I have your attention, let’s go in the order of operations. First, Outer, Inner, Last!”

As Tsuna felt the ringing in his ears subside, the man continued. “First! My name is Sho Minamimoto, and I am the Head Warden of this prison. My vision for this prison is utterly complete! Any and all operations performed on you factoring hectopascals has already been approved by me. QED!”

“Outer! The limit of your hope of a free life will approach zero! Outside this prison, all of you are known to the public as dangerous criminals. And there’s only one matrix that can hold you irrational elements in this country. This one. Don’t even calculate your odds of escape, unless you want to see zeroes wherever you look.”

“Inner! Let me ask you a question. Inside this prison, exactly how much are each of you rule-breaking radians worth?” Without waiting for a response, he suddenly declared “I said at the beginning, one yoctogram! And for you brain-dead binomials that slept through math, that means that the atoms you’re standing on are worth more than you! Remember that.”

“Last! A little factor told me that some of you place great value in the following things: Friendship, cooperation, teamwork, trust, helpfulness... ”

As the warden paused, Tsuna felt some small bit of hope take root in his heart. Maybe he’d say-

“They’re all GARBAGE!”

G-Garbage?!? Tsuna was taken aback. Minamimoto continued, almost gleeful as he said “Crunch them all up and thrown them away! If you try to use those things here, all you’ll end up with is a googolplex of stitches!”

As the man looked at all of the prisoners, he shouted into his megaphone “Class is dismissed! Guards! Take these nonprime factors to their cells!”

Tsuna felt the guard tugging on his arm, but he felt frozen in place. Friendship, cooperation, teamwork...They’re all GARBAGE!

How... how could he say those kind of things?! As the guard tried to drag him, Tsuna fought to escape the guard’s grasp, and as he did...

THWACK

...his elbow accidentally connected with the guard’s chin. The guard turned, elbow still in his face, and looked the unfortunate prisoner in the eyes. Instantly, Tsuna knew exactly how bad he was about to have it.

A flurry of blows rained down on his body, each stronger than the last. As the guard caught him with a spinning back fist, another guard hit Tsuna in the back with a stun baton. The baton-wielding guard turned to the other as Tsuna collapsed, and asked him “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Nines.” the superficially wounded guard said. After watching all of this go down, Minamimoto brought the megaphone to his mouth one more time. “X = one last thing! If any prisoner instigates a fight with a guard, they will be immediately deleted from this prison’s population!”

He let that sit for a moment, eyeing the crowd, then yelled “Go to your cells!”

With all that was said and done to him, Tsunayoshi Sawada, Prisoner #108 at Green Dolphin Street Penitentiary, finally fell into unconsciousness.

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u/OddDirective Jun 18 '17 edited Jul 05 '17

Welcome to the Jungle, Pt. 2


Sawada felt his body being dragged along the ground as he came to. Looking up, he saw that he was on the second floor of the cell block, a feature he hadn't even noticed when he was listening to the warden's speech. The guards that had his arms, the ones from before, were conversing between themselves.

“I told you,” the one that had tazed him said, “I have lots of experience with Battlefront.”

“Hmph.” the other one said dismissively, “I totally would have beaten you if it was on Xbox.”

The first guard laughed, and simply said “Whatever you say.” Turning to the prisoner being dragged by them, he asked “You awake yet?”

A low groan came from Tsuna’s mouth involuntarily, and the second guard smiled. “Good. That means ya get to meet your cellmates right now!”

The first hauled him to his feet, and the second opened the cell door in front of him. The guard holding him threw him through the threshold, and the other slammed the steel cell door shut. As Tsuna got to his feet, the guards sneered at him. “Enjoy your stay,” one said, and the sounds of their laughter echoed through the halls as they walked away.

Tsuna dusted off his jumpsuit and raised his eyes to see his first cellmate. A scowling man with an aura of shadows coming off of his body locked eyes with the former middle schooler, and Tsuna felt a chill run down his spine.

“S-sorrUAH!” Tsuna said, backing into the bottom bunk and landing on it. As he looked up, he saw the cellmate on the top bunk opposite him looking at him. While there wasn’t anything inherently scary or strange about the man, the way he looked at him reminded Tsuna of a predator looking at his next meal.

As Tsuna was about to scream, he heard a voice from the top bunk say “Hey, kid.” While the words were harmless, the way the unknown prisoner said them filled Tsuna with dread.

“W-what?” he said, feeling the pit in his stomach grow.

“Saw what you did to that guard earlier.” came the voice from the upper bunk. Tsuna realized what that meant for him. Crap, that means he saw me get beat up! He probably thinks I’m some loser who can’t even stand up for himself!

“Oh that, um, I didn-” “Nice work, kid.” Whaaaa?

The man on the top bunk continued. “Takes guts to stand up for yourself in here.” H-he thinks I attacked the guard on purpose!

Tsuna felt the prisoner above him shift around, before he heard him ask “What’s your name, kid?”

“M-Me?” Tsuna stuttered, before responding “I’m Tsunayoshi Sawada, but my friends call me Tsuna.”

“Alright.” said the man. “I’m calling you Tsuna, but I ain’t your friend, got it?”

And just when I thought I’d have an ally. Tsuna groaned internally. Looking at the steel of the top bunk, he asked the mysterious voice “What’s your name?”

“My name?”

[I] Be Spades Slick.


You are SPADES SLICK. You are in prison for murdering the entirety of the Felt and an entire universe, you guess. You DID shoot Snowman, after all. ‘If you kill Snowman, the universe ends.’ That was what they said, and they were right. You managed to survive all that, only for some kind of time cop to show up and give you a pair of matching bracelets.

You are currently talking with a teenager with extremely large hair. You watched him try to knock a guard’s teeth out with his elbow, only to fail miserably and get beaten up for it. He had a pretty long name, but you’ve decided to shorten it to Tsuna. Trust me. Easier on everyone this way. He’s currently sitting under you on the bottom bunk. He asks you for your name.

[I] SS: Tell him your name.

You tell him your name is Spades Slick, and not to wear it out, kid. He says your name again, only in the form of a question. You tell him you just told him not to do that. He apologizes. You get the feeling he’s used to that sort of thing.

Ain’t your problem though, your problem is how to bust out of this joint.

[I]==>

Oh great. The kid’s trying to talk to the two brooders. That’s about as useful as trying to whack a man with a spoon. Which is to say, it isn’t gonna work. You should probably tell him that.

[I] SS:Tell him that.

You try to tell him that they haven’t said a word since getting in the cell, but halfway through you saying it the other guy in the top bunk decides to prove you wrong. He says his name is Jason. You say way to prove me wrong. He says it’s what he does. Prick.

Now it’s tall, dark, and giving off shadows’ turn.

[I] SS:Look at him until he gives in to peer pressure.

You stare at the man.

...

...

...

This isn’t working.

[I] SS:Keep doing it.

Despite you knowing it wouldn’t oh hey it worked. He told you to just call him Reaper. You don’t know what you expected, but it was basically just that, only with an edgier name. Like the Ghost Killer, or something.

You feel the awkward pause in the room. You should probably be the one to break it, because fluff-head down there will say something stupid otherwise.

[I] SS:Ask Tsuna how he got here.

You ask the kid how he got here. You figure he’s not the type to be robbing banks or stealing cars. He starts launching into a long, fairly incoherent story. You haven’t got time for this shit.

[I] SS: Be Tsunayoshi Sawada


“And then, I got convicted, and ended up here! Can you believe that?” Tsuna asked, finishing his long-winded story.

Before Slick could reply, however, the shadowy man cut in. “We need to get out of here.”

Tsuna turned to him. “Of course we do!” Looking at his cellmates, he continued “Didn’t you all get exaggerated charges like me?”

The three cellmates looked at each other for a moment, then turned back to the teenager.

“Murder.”

“Murder.”

“Terrorism.”

Three pairs of eyes quickly darted to the one who called himself Reaper. He simply looked at the others and said “That’s not the reason I need to get out.”

“Huh? Why do you need to get out?” Tsuna asked.

Reaper turned his eyes to the iron bars and said “I need to eat.”

“Whaaa?!” He’s just hungry?!

It was Jason’s turn to scoff at the man below him. “You do know lunch is in half an hour, right?”

“I don’t have half an hour.” came the reply, serious as a heart attack. “If I could get to lockup, my armor can stabilize my cells.”

“And if you can’t?” asked Jason.

“Then I’ll just have to eat one of you.” he said, turning back to look squarely at Tsuna. The teen let out a squeal and hastily recoiled from his glance. Eat one of us?! He sounds just like Hibari!

“Shh!” Jason suddenly said, glaring at Tsuna, who quickly shut himself up. “Listen.”

“Oi, new guy!” a guard yelled out. Tsuna looked at the guard, who held a shotgun in one hand and had a large hook for the other. The guard he was speaking to, a relatively normal man with brown hair, looked to him and asked “Who, me?”

“Yes. You.” The guard with a hook hand said coldly, and then turned into sand, and flowed down to the guard. He handed the shotgun to the new guy, and said “We found this... yknow what don’t ask where we found this. You’re going to take it to lockup for me.”

“Me?” he asked incredulously. “Why do I have to do it?”

The man with one hand held his hook up to the other man’s chin. “Because I said so. You want to fight me on this?”

The new guard gulped, and the hook was lowered from his jugular. “Good. Now that you know your place, go to lockup and put it in the bin marked shotguns. It’s on the left. And if you wanna go home to your family tonight, you’d better not put it in the Pile.”

“The Pile?” the nervous guard asked.

“Yes. The Pile.” the experienced guard explained. “You can’t miss it. Right in the middle of the room. The warden was the one who made that, and if he finds out someone’s added to it, he’ll blow a gasket. So don’t do that.”

As the guard turned his back to the new guy, he heard another question. “Hold on. How exactly do I get to lockup?”

The man sighed, and turned back around. “So, did they not teach you where it was, or were you sleeping through orientation? Go down the hall, take the first left and the door is in front of you. Are you clear?”

“Well,” the new guy began, and the other guard’s expression turned sour. “I-I need keys to get in right? I don’t have those.”

The one-handed guard scowled, then fished around in his pocket for a set of keys. He shoved them into the hands of the new guard. A crackle was heard as a voice played over the intercom. “Attention all personnel, this is Corporal Radar speaking. All guards not preparing food or performing important tasks are needed to report to the personnel center. The warden has prepared a speech.”

The hook-handed guard looked at the tenderfoot with a smile that held no happiness. “Well, you’ve got a task, don’t you? Go!”

With that, he turned and walked straight out of the cell block, leaving the other guard sputtering. The guard slouched down, and resignedly said to himself “I guess I gotta go to lockup now.”

“Now’s your chance, ‘Reaper’.” Jason said, mocking the other prisoner’s nickname.

Reaper just stood up, and suddenly turned into a surge of the shadows that had been coming off of him. The shadows rushed through the bars and down off of the balcony, and he reappeared behind the guard. Taking care not to alert him, he unclipped the key ring from the guard’s belt and looked back at his cellmates.

A mark formed on the ground in front of their cell, and Reaper appeared from it. As he searched for the right key, Tsuna asked him “Why did you come back for us?”

The answer was as simple as it was blunt. “Because I need meatshields.” the man replied, putting the key in the lock and opening the door. “Come on!” he said, motioning to his cellmates.

Jason was the first one out, followed by Slick. Tsuna was the last out, and as he stepped out of his cell, one thought echoed through his mind. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.

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u/OddDirective Jun 19 '17 edited Nov 18 '17

Welcome to the Jungle, Pt. 3


The cellmates rushed down the stairs, Reaper in the lead. With no guards to see them escape, the prisoners dashed down to the first floor with ease. Reaper stopped at the edge of the hallway, and held his hand up as a signal to stop the others. Tsuna craned his neck to look in the hallway, and saw the guard from earlier walking down the corridor.

“Cameras.” he said, pointing to the security cameras set up along the hall. He grunted, and then said “And I can’t use any more of my powers. Great.” As Tsuna looked at the impromptu leader, he noticed that the shadows coming off of him seemed to be thicker than when he was in the cell.

Jason cut in, and said “I’ll handle this. Follow my lead.” He darted to the opposite wall, where he slid along it until he got to a certain point. From there, he dashed to the other wall, and motioned for the others to follow him.

I see! Tsuna thought to himself. He looked at the camera’s range of sight, and moved based on where their blind spots are! And it’s simple enough that anyone can do it!

The prisoners followed the path that Jason laid out for him until they got to their fellow prisoner, at the corner of the hallway. Turning to Reaper, Jason looked him in the eyes and said “Give me the keys.”

Reaper scoffed. “Why should I?” he asked.

“Because the guard’s going to reach the door in 20 seconds, and I’m the only one who can get the keys back to him.” Jason replied.

That’s right! Tsuna realized. We stole the keys from that guard! If he reaches the door and figures out that the keys are missing, he’ll raise the alarm for sure!

Reaper handed over the keys, and the other prisoner sprinted into action.

The guard walked up to the door, shotgun in one hand. and reached for the keys in his pocket with the other. When his hands came up empty, he said, confusedly, “What? I thought I put the keys in my pocket.”

A quick rummage through his other pocket yielded nothing, and the guard became even more confused. “What? Where in the world did I put them?”

He turned his head to check his belt for them, because maybe he left the keys on his belt. Sure enough, there they were, plain as day. He unhooked the key ring from his belt, and turned back to unlock the door.

Tsuna let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. That was close! He had watched Jason hook the keys to the belt right as the guard had turned to look for them. He did the same thing as he had for the cameras and hid in the guard’s blind spot.

The unwitting guard pushed the door open and stepped inside. Jason motioned the others to come up behind him, which they did. Reaper poked his head into the room, and after a moment, said “Clear. Let’s go.”


The prisoners stepped into the room, and saw that they were inside a massive warehouse. To the left, there were massive metal shelves, full of bins, themselves filled with other things. To the right, there was a wall full of weapons, and shelves underneath filled with other dangerous things. Further down, there were racks on racks of clothes, all lined up in rows. But that wasn’t what drew their attention.

A massive pile of metal objects took up the center of the room. Starting large at the bottom, the pile got thinner and thinner until it got almost to the top of the room. Looking closer at the pile, Tsuna saw that the pile was made almost entirely out of weapons. No way... is that a tank?

Reaper sprung into action. Pointing at Tsuna, he said “You. You’re the lookout. Look down the hall and see if there are any guards coming. If there are, don’t yell. Just come to one of us, and we’ll deal with it from there. Got it?”

“Y-yes sir!” Tsuna said, and turned back to look towards the door. He’s definitely really scary!

Pointing to the other two, he said “You’re with me. We’re going to find my armor. Once that’s done, you can get your clothes and weapons. It’ll be easier to blame you when you have contraband as well.”

“Is that the reason you’re letting us have our weapons?” Jason asked, although it didn’t seem like a sincere question. “Or is it something else? You could’ve easily just killed the kid and eaten him.”

Reaper just turned his back to the man and said “There’s no time. Follow me.” He half-walked half ran towards the weapon displays, looking for his armor on the wall.

Jason turned to Slick, who merely shrugged and walked over to the shadow-producing man. Guess there’s more to the Reaper than meets the eye. Jason mused. I’ll need to be careful that it doesn’t bite me in the ass.

The three walked parallel to the weapons displays, searching for anything that looked like armor.. Looking to his right, Slick suddenly stopped, his eyes on one of the weapons. Jason turned back to the cyborg. “What is it?” he asked, watching Reaper go to the clothes display out of the corner of his eye.

Slick picked a gun off of the wall, a magnum revolver that seemed like it was made entirely out of a white material. “This.” he said. “It’s the gun I got from Doc Scratch. It probably coulda killed him, and he beat me around like I was nothing.”

“So are you going to use it on our mutual ‘friend’?” Jason asked.

“I would,” Spades replied, twirling out the cylinder, “but it doesn’t have any bullets left in it.” He spun the cylinder shut, and looked Jason in the eyes. “So, even if I did want to off him, I couldn’t.”

Jason looked past the gang leader at the weapon rack. Walking up to it, he picked up two pistols, that were directly under where the magnum was. Looking down the sights, he said “These are my guns.”

“And?” Slick asked.

“If my contraband is here, then where are my swords?” he asked, not really needing an answer.

“Hell if I know.” Spades responded. “I actually didn’t even have this on me when I got arrested.”

The human thought about what that meant for a moment. “Hmmm.” If he didn’t have the gun on him, why was it in prison. And also, why were the two guns in the same place. We got assigned our cells randomly, and I didn’t see him on my way in.

Suddenly, Reaper’s voice came from behind them. “What are you two doing?” he asked, in a serious tone. As Jason turned, he saw what the man had put on. A long black cloak obscured his figure, and a plate of armor covered his torso. A skull mask hid his face, and the shadows coming off of him seemed to be coming off of the cloak instead of his body.

“I see you’ve found your Halloween costume.” Slick quipped. Reaper glared at him, and a red glow seemed to appear in the eye-holes of the mask.

Attempting to defuse the situation, Jason said “We found some guns of ours, is that a problem?”

“No.” Reaper said, still glaring at Slick. Finally, he pulled his gaze away and looked at the wall. Above the magnum’s former place, there were two black shotguns that Reaper picked up. Inspecting them, he put them under his cloak behind his back, and turned back to the two of them.

“Put your clothes on, then meet me by that giant pile. I think I found something.”

Shrugging, the two fighters walked over to the clothing racks. As they were searching for their belongings, Reaper looked at the selection of weapons. Suddenly, he saw something he had hoped he’d never have to see again. No. NO! He’s dead. He HAS to be dead! I killed him! Why is his gun here!?


Meanwhile, in the clothing section.

Jason searched up and down the rows of racks. Slick had already found his suit, and was putting it on in the corner of the room. He moved down a row, and on the end he found something he had hoped he’d never have to see again. Next to his Red Hood outfit, there was the red-and-green costume he wore when he was Robin. Just looking at it brought back terrible memories.

But now, he realized he had a choice. Could he go back to the way he used to be? No. he thought, I won’t be a hero. Not like he was. And so, he took the tan coat and bodysuit down from the rack, and grabbed the specially-designed helmet. Looking at it, he mentally said I am not Robin. I am the Red Hood.

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u/OddDirective Jun 19 '17 edited Jul 05 '17

Welcome to the Jungle, Pt. 4


The two newly-outfitted prisoners walked up to the Pile, and looked at the person who had called them there. “Well,” Red Hood said. “What did you need us for?”

“Do you see those grenades about halfway up this pile?” Reaper asked, motioning with his guns. “I had them on me when I was captured, and I want them back.”

“And why can’t you just teleport up there and grab ‘em?” Slick asked.

“If I did that, it would unbalance the whole tower. Do you want to get buried in metal?” came the reply.

“So you want one of us to grab it for you.” Jason said, putting the pieces together.

‘Yes.” he said, turning to face the vigilante. “Any problems?”

“One.” Red Hood said. “I still don’t have my swords. What about you, Slick? Missing any gear?”

“My war chest. It’s got most of my swords in it.” Slick replied.

Reaper looked at the two of them. “They’re not on the weapon rack, if that’s what you’re asking. They’re probably higher up in the pile.”

The red helmeted man and the cyborg looked at each other. “Not it.” Slick quickly called out.

I was going to do it anyways, Jason thought, walking up to the metal pile and grabbing a handhold. As he pulled himself up, he turned back to Slick. “What am I looking for?” he asked the former gang leader.

“Either a large chest or a deck of cards.” Spades replied. “I can’t see the chest, so you’re probably looking for the cards.”

As Jason climbed, he saw his swords at the very top of the tower. He also saw the cards, resting on a ledge just below the blades. He hauled himself to eye level with the Reaper’s grenades.

Well, shit. Jason thought. “Reaper,” he called down to the man. “We have a problem.”

“What?” the other man snapped back.

“Your grenades are stuck to this thing by their pins. Unless you want them to explode now, I can’t throw them to you.”

Reaper let out a sound of anger. “Just leave them!” he called to Jason, who turned back and kept scaling the pile.

As Jason looked up, he saw that there was something else on top of the pile. As he squinted, he could make out the general shape of a large bird, but not much else. He hauled himself onto the ledge with Slick’s cards on it. Getting a closer look at it, he saw that it was indeed a large falcon, perched on top of his swords.

Grabbing the cards, he turned his body to face the two on the ground. Looking Spades in the eyes, to make sure that he caught it, he threw the pack of cards to him.

On the ground Spades got ready to catch the deck of cards. Now all you need to do is to hope that it doesn’t suddenly decide to become the WAR CHEST in the middle of falling.

[I]-> Happen

WHAAAM!

The war chest landed on the ground, and its impact made a massive sound that echoed throughout the room. From the left side of the room, the prisoners on the ground heard the guard ask “What the hell was that?!”

Reaper turned to the owner of the War Chest, who was currently focused on trying to get all of its weapons back in it. “Deal with that guard!” he yelled.

Slick put the War Chest back in his inventory, and drew the Queen of Diamonds from his deck of cards. He nodded to Reaper, before running to the maze of metal shelves.

Meanwhile, at the top of the Pile,

The bird sitting on top of the pile opened its eyes, and looked at the helmeted man on top of its pile of weapons. It stretched out its wings and let out a bloodcurdling “CAAAAAAWWW!” before lunging for his eyes.

Jason tried to block the assault with his forearms, but the bird had already started clawing at the helmet. Grabbing a hold of the top of the pile to keep himself from falling, he finally beat the bird off of him, but he still couldn’t see. As he touched the front of his helmet, he could feel something cold and hard on it. Ice?

The bird dived down, and Reaper aimed his sights at the falcon. Suddenly, a burst of sharp ice darts flew through the air at the wraith, who went into wraith form to dodge it. While weathering the assault, he suddenly felt something much larger pass through him. Whirling around, he fired two shots at the bird, wha was making straight for...

“THE DOOR! CLOSE IT!”

At this exclamation, Tsuna turned around to see a giant falcon with a scarf flying straight towards him- and the open door. Tsuna pushed the door closed, and leapt out of the way, just in time to avoid the bird swooping back up to the sky. For a moment, Tsuna though he saw the skeleton of the bird come out, but it quickly faded as the bird flew to the left, into the metal shelves.

As Tsuna stood up, he noticed that the door he was in front of was suddenly iced over with a sheet of the stuff covering the doorknob. He heard the sound of two guns going off behind him, and as he turned, saw Reaper walking up to him. “What will we do? The door’s been frozen over!”

Reaper looked at the door, then back at Tsuna. “You’re going to go find Slick. The last thing I need is you getting in my way.”

Tsuna stepped back, intimidated. He’s scary! “Wh-what are you going to do?” the timid youth asked.

“I’m going hunting.” he said, turning his back to Tsuna.

“I’m alright, thank you very much for asking, by the way.”

Tsuna turned to see Jason, brushing off his helmet, guns in hand. The Red Hood walked up to the Reaper and said “I’m coming with you.”

Reaper stared into the eyes of Jason. This is bad! Reaper’s already threatened to kill us, and he just said that he doesn’t want anyone in his way! If he says that now, he’ll-

“Alright.”

What?! Tsuna watched as the two turned to enter the maze of shelves. “But,” Reaper continued, “You’d better not get in my way.”

Jason turned his head slightly towards the former soldier, and said “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Then, the two of them ran forward, going after the bird. Tsuna gulped, hesitated, and then finally went into the maze, searching for Slick.


[I] Tsuna: Be Jason Todd.

You cannot be Jason Todd as you are too busy being Spades Slick.

You are hunting for the guard that got you into this room, and by extension, this mess. Once you find him, he’s going to meet a very nice woman you’ve also just met. Her name is the Queen of Diamonds, also known as your BROAD SWORD.

You currently aren’t having much luck in finding him, because of all these shelves. You wonder if you could just topple them over, and hope the guard ends up under one of them, but you dismiss that idea. You don’t have Clover’s luck, you know?

Hold on. What’s that sign say over there?

[I] SS: Walk over to sign.

“In case of temporal anomalies or hard-to-open crates, break glass.” Under it is a crowbar encased in glass. But you know that it isn’t just some crowbar. Otherwise, why would it say “temporal” anywhere on that sign.

You’d bet your life that you’ve seen that crowbar before. In fact, you’d bet that you’ve used that crowbar before.

[I] SS: Break glass.

You put your sword through the glass, and pick up the JUJU BREAKER. This little baby used to belong to a member of the Felt, Crowbar, before you killed him. This thing can break anything that has to do with time, like many of the Felt’s devices. So, if any sort of weird time bullshit happens, you can deal with it.

But it did say something about opening the crates, didn’t it? There’s probably a lot of useful things in these crates. Like guns, or guard uniforms.

[I] Crack open a crate.

You open the crate next to you.

tick

God.

tick tick tick tick

Fucking.

tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick

Dammit.

[I] Break clocks.

YOU HATE CLOCKS YOU HATE CLOCKS YOU HATE CLOCKS YOU HATE CLOCKS YOU HATE CLOCKS YOU HATE CLOCKS YOU HATE CLOCKS

16/159 Clocks Destroyed

You hear something from behind you that sounds a hell of a lot like a gun cocking. You hear the guard behind you say “Drop the weapon, scumbag.”

Yep. Definitely a gun cocking.


Tsuna rounded the corner quickly, following the sounds of destruction. He has to be this way!

He saw the guard from earlier, the one they’d stolen the keys from, holding a shotgun to Click’s head. Slick had his hands up, one of which held a maroon crowbar. The guard turned his head to the side slightly, then did a double-take as he saw Tsuna.

Grabbing the suited cyborg by his collar, he hauled him in front of himself, using him as a human shield. He pointed the barrel of his shotgun at Slick and yelled “Don’t move!”

Tsuna froze dead in his tracks. “Don’t shoot!” he cried out.

The guard looked at him, and paused, gears grinding in his head. Finally, he yelled back “And why should I?”

Tsuna froze, and his blood ran cold. Why... why should he? The guard continued “You’ve broken into the contraband room, and retrieved your things from lockup. You’re a threat to the prison!”

Tsuna took a step back as the guard continued, whipping himself into a frenzy. “And it’s my job to eliminate threats to the prison! That’s why I volunteered for it!”

As the lunatic guard spoke, he brought the gun under Slick’s chin, and his finger to the trigger. “Say goodbye to your little ‘friend’, you scum!”

“No, don’t!” Tsuna shouted. One thought echoed through Tsuna’s mind. What can I do?!


The sniper lined up Tsuna’s head in his crosshairs. He paused for a moment. What was it that guy always said? Oh, right!

“Fight like your life depends on it.”

With that, he pulled the trigger.


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u/OddDirective Jun 19 '17 edited Jul 05 '17

Welcome to the Jungle, pt. 5


The guard and prisoners heard a gunshot, and a blast of red energy shot its way through the air. It found its mark, square in the middle of Tsuna’s forehead.

Spades watched as the teenager was blown backwards, landing flat on his back. The guard that had a hold on him pointed it shakily at Tsuna’s body, clearly panicking. “Oh god, oh man, oh god. He’s dead!”

Sure looked like it to Slick. Suddenly, the “corpse” arched its back, and the jumpsuit on it tore to shreds. Bringing itself to its feet, the two people saw Tsuna, but much differently than the one that was just shot dead. He had a small flame burning in his hair, slightly above the place where he was shot. There was a fierce expression on his face, like he was incredibly angry, or passionate about something in particular.

Also he was in his boxers.

“REEEBOOOOORN!” yelled the now-transformed Tsuna. “I’ll protect my cellmates like my life depends on iiit!”

With the guard distracted by this turn of events, Slick elbowed the guard in the midsection, then threw the guard to separate them.

He had good timing too, because he just dodged out of the way of Tsuna’s fist, which connected with the guard’s chin. The guard was sent flying, and skidded to a stop next to the wall.

Slick picked his crowbar up off the ground, and turned to the youth. “Damn. Nice job, kid.”

But Tsuna still looked like he wanted to beat someone up, and he pointed to the ceiling behind Slick. “Behind you!” he yelled, and Spades turned to see the bird from before flying above him.

Tsuna rushed past him, and jumped up to the second level. The bird turned to him, and a bird skeleton formed behind it. The bird let out a screech, and Tsuna jumped towards it. The skeleton fired icicles from behind the bird, who was just staying in place with a smug look on his face.

Tsuna watched the projectiles come after him, and let out a shout of rage. The middle schooler slapped the projectiles out of his way, and continued upwards. The bird’s expression quickly changed to one of surprise, as he flapped to try and get enough distance.

But it was too late. Tsuna grabbed ahold of the falcon’s talons, and weighed him down as the two dropped in altitude.

The bird tried desperately to get Tsuna’s hands off of it, but to no avail. His grip felt like a vise on the bird’s leg. The two went spiraling towards the ground.

Yes! I’ve got him! Tsuna thought, looking up at the bird desperately trying to get free. Suddenly, he felt his body turn, and he looked in front of him.

Just in time to catch the steel shelving to his face.

Tsuna slammed into the shelf hard, and Pet Shop flapped a few times to gain back the altitude. Now, instead of desperation, rage filled the falcon’s eyes. Horus appeared behind him, and he set his sights on Tsuna.


Reaper looked from his perch at the chaos that had just unfolded. The bird had carried the kid, who had no clothes on, into the metal shelving. Both he and Jason had seen it, but they were too far away to do anything to help.

One icicle formed in front of the bird, and it grew rapidly in size. “He’s... charging his attack?” came the comment from next to him.

The icicle grew to the size of a dog, and Reaper knew it wouldn’t stop there. “He wants to finish him off.” Reaper said, moving towards the knocked-out kid.

Jason fired at the bird, but his shots were deflected by a glittering haze of ice in front of the bird. The ice chunk was up to the size of a microwave, and Reaper knew he could do something. It was a stupid plan, and it resulted in him taking much more risks than necessary.

So why in the hell did he feel like he had to do it? He wasn’t Jack, he had let people die many times before. Why was this kid any different?

But Reaper still moved into action. He channeled a teleport to above the conked-out Tsuna. The ice was the size of one of the cargo crates, and Reaper knew he didn’t have much time.

Leaping down, he went into wraith form and moved to the side of the ice nearest to the bird. Returning to tangibility, he aimed the barrels of his shotguns at the falcon.

“Die.”

He blasted the two guns at the bird, the first shot going into its leg while the second went into its wing. The bird cried out in pain, and launched the ice chunk straight at the ground. Reaper looked at the ground rushing up to meet him, and only one thought went through his mind.

Oh, hell.

As he braced for impact, something shot into the ice chunk from behind him. As the ice plummeted, Reaper felt the ice slow for a moment, then for another, and then it- along with him- hit the ground.

Slick walked up to the man with his feet encased in ice, and said “You look like you could use some help.”

As the cyborg broke the giant chunk of ice, Jason yelled out “You’re welcome for the softer landing.”

“Not soft enough.” Reaper grunted out. He felt his ribs trying to mend, and he gave another grunt of pain as Slick hit his foot with the crowbar.


Tsuna rose from unconsciousness, and held his head. Where am I? Oh, right! I got shot by the Dying Will-

Tsuna looked up suddenly as he realized something. I got shot by a Dying Will Bullet! That means that Reborn is here!

Tsuna turned around, and surveyed the scene. On the shelf next to him, Jason was swinging from a grapple rope to get back onto the shelf. Below him, Reaper was stuck to a piece of ice, and Spades was trying to free him from it with his crowbar.

Tsuna’s eyes darted to the upper parts of the shelving. If the sniper shot came from above, he reasoned, that was where Reborn was. Sadly, he couldn’t find the infantile home-tutor hitman.

Tsuna’s eyes turned back to the two prisoners below him. Reaper had been freed from the ice, and as he stood up, he clutched his side with one hand. Reaper turned, and Tsuna followed his gaze to the wounded Pet Shop.

Reaper limped over to the bird, lifted his gun, and promptly executed it.

Tsuna felt his veins turn to ice once more. He couldn’t believe what he just saw. Did-did he just-

But Reaper wasn’t done. He threw away his gun, and punched his hand into the bird corpse. Shadows came from the bullet holes in its carcass, and Reaper pulled back his hand. In it, he held a red orb, burning with shadows.

He put the orb up to the bottom of his mask, and it absorbed itself into the Reaper’s body. He turned back to his team, all with open eyes and disbelieving stares. He looked at Tsuna, and his eyes glowed crimson.

Just as suddenly as he shot the bird, he turned his back to his team. "I am a revenant," he said, to none of them in particular. "A wraith. A monster. I was brought back from the dead just to see if they could. I've been overshadowed, overlooked, and when I tried to do something about it, I was abandoned. So know this. Whatever you've been through is NOTHING next to what happened to me."

"And if you ever want to get in my way," he said, venom dripping from his voice, "I won't hesitate to do what I just did again."

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u/OddDirective Jun 21 '17 edited Jul 05 '17

Welcome to the Jungle, pt. 6


Slick tried his best to read the room. Okay, we’ve got a guy who just murdered the bird and threatened us with some edgy bullshit, a kid in his boxers with a thousand yard stare, and a red-helmeted stepchild who’s one wrong word from turning this into a shootout. And now I’ve got to deal with it.

“Look,” he spoke, breaking the tense silence. “You’ve got your reasons for being like you are. I get it. I also know that we did everything you said, and you’re still trying to tell us to go away. You ask me, it’s time to change who’s talking.” Turning to Red Hood, he motioned for him to come down and talk to him.

Jason leapt down from the boxes, and walked over to the gang leader, guns at the ready. “What do you want?” he asked.

“I’m gonna need a distraction if we want to get back in our cells.” Spades said. “There’s about all of the prison just down the hallway, and knowing where the cameras are won’t do us any good if a guard sees us coming.”

“Alright.” said the Red Hood. “I’ve got a plan, but it needs someone else for it to work.”

“Take Skullface over here. He’s good at stealth, and I need to talk to the kid. Try and get him to put some pants on, or something.” Turning to the self-proclaimed revenant, he asked “That okay with you?”

Reaper just started walking towards the door. The two other prisoners turned to each other, and Slick shrugged. Jason followed the other prisoner as they walked to the door.

Turning back to Tsuna, he saw the teen still in the same position as he was, staring at the bird corpse. He walked over to the bottom of the shelf, and called up to the boy. “Hey, kid!”

Tsuna didn’t respond. Slick continued anyways. “Look, I know that was probably your first time watching someone die, but I don’t need to talk about that right now. What I need is for you to put on some goddamn pants.”

Slowly, Tsuna got up and went down to the floor. “Clothes are over there,” Spades said, pointing to the clothes, “and I’ve got the others working on a distraction.”

The middle schooler walked mechanically over to the clothes displays, obviously not fully there. Slick scratched the back of his head. Well, hopefully once he puts his clothes on you’ll be able to talk to him.


Tsuna pulled on his jacket, visions still bouncing around in his head. He just walked up and shot the bird dead. He didn’t regret it. He didn’t think it over. He didn’t even apologize. Why did he have to do that?

He stepped out from the clothing area, and saw Slick leaning up against a short shelf. Upon seeing him, Slick walked over. “So, you doing any better?” he asked.

“No... I don’t think so.” Tsuna said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t blame you. Seeing someone do that, for the first time-”

“I don’t understand.”

Slick tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Tsuna looked at him, passion in his eyes. “Why did he have to kill the bird? The fight was already over by the time he did that.”

“I don't know, kid. Maybe he thought it was a mercy. Maybe he killed him for fun. But you don’t like it, now do you?” Slick reasoned.

Tsuna’s fists clenched, and Slick continued. “Well, I didn’t like it either. So here’s what we’re going to do.”

“You’re gonna grab whatever you can for a weapon. Show that guy that you aren’t just going to let him knock you down. I’ll talk to him, and spell out exactly what he isn't gonna be doing from now on.”

As Tsuna went to pass him, Slick held out his hand to stop him. “But,” he said “You also gotta know what that means for you.”

“For me?” Tsuna asked, confused.

“Yes, for you.” Slick said. “You’ve gotta realize you’re in prison, kid. There’s gonna be people aiming guns at your head, and you’re probably gonna see more people die. I know, you got shot and got back up, but I don’t know you. Hell, I don’t know if that was a one time thing, or what. But I know there’s gonna be people dying around ya, and I can’t stop it.”

“So...” Tsuna said, looking at his feet, “You want me to just... accept people dying? I... don’t think I’ll be able to.”

Slick let out a sigh. “Look, I don’t care. Just grab your things and make it quick. I think I can hear our distraction.”


Minutes in the past, but not many...


The two stealth specialists walked up to the door. The door had been covered in ice before, but as they approached it, they saw no ice, just a shot-out lock and a puddle underneath.

“Let’s just get this out of the way first. What you did back there, that wasn’t the right way to go about that.”

Reaper just gave him the cold shoulder, and walked into the hall. Following him through the shadows, Jason continued “You knew that the kid was there, and it didn’t take a genius to know he was going to wake up sooner rather than later. I mean, hell, you saved his-”

Reaper held one of his guns up to Jason, a symbol for “stop moving” almost everywhere in the world. Although, it was also pointed at him, so it also served as an effective “shut up.”

“Alright, guess we’re changing the subject.” Jason said. “We’re gonna start a prison riot. You get into-”

“No.”

Jason turned to Reaper, who was looking intensely at one thing further down the hall. Following his gaze, he saw Reaper’s teleport marker right in front of the-

“No, don’t!” -lunch line. It was too late. Reaper teleported in front of the prisoner at the head of the line, and swung a hard punch his direction.


Jack Morrison gave a polite “Thank you.” to the guard that gave him his lunch. Turning to go back to his cellmates’ table, he suddenly saw a dark circle appear in front of him. Thinking quickly, he put his lunch tray up to block his face, just in time to block the fist aiming for him.

His assailant didn’t stop there. He swung his other fist in an uppercut that connected square on the jaw of the old soldier. Jack gripped his tray and swung it blindly at the other fighter, but it connected with nothing but smoke.

He felt an arm grip him from behind, and throw him into one of the tables. When he looked up, he saw a face he had hoped he would never have to see again. “Reyes?”

A guttural growl came from behind the skull mask, and the black-cloaked Reaper began raining blows on the defenseless Morrison. A pair of beefy prisoners stepped forward to hold him back, but they only succeeded in moving him slightly.

Jack swung a hard punch up, aiming for Reaper’s head. Unfortunately for him, it connected to the jaw of one of the prisoners restraining Reaper, who promptly dropped the revenant.

Jason rushed to try and come to the other prisoner’s aid, but he was stopped by a thin girl stepping in front of him. “Sorry,” the girl said, “but I have to make an example out of you.”

He raised his eyebrow under his helmet. “You?” he said, taking in anything she could be hiding. To him, it seemed like she was a normal high schooler. “You don’t look so tough.”

The girl shook her head. “That’s what they all say.” she said. Then the bugs exploded out of her jumpsuit.


Tsuna and Slick rushed back to the prison block to see chaos unfolding. A full-fledged prison riot was going on. A mutated monstrosity traded blows with a teenager. A large crab fought against a wolf-girl. Speedsters clashed with brutes, fire and ice exploded in bursts above the battlefield, and a few prisoners hid behind guards, who were doing their best to stop the madness.

The two turned to each other, and dove into the fight. Tsuna came upon a white-haired man in a garish costume hitting a guard’s riot shield and cracking it. “Stop that!” he yelled.

The man turned around, and said in a spanish-accented voice “Oh, what do we have here?”

Swallowing two of the candy-like pills, he replied “Someone who’s going to defeat you.”

The wild man smiled a toothy smile and said “I see this is a battle of gods!” before rushing at Tsuna.


[I] Find opponent.

You hear a voice from behind you say “1S TH4T YOU, J4CK?”

You’d know the way that kind of voice sounds anywhere, and as you turn around, you see one of the grey-skinned chucklefucks.

[I] Respond.

You say “Nope. You must be mistaken.” as you draw your horse hitcher.

The troll says “1’D R3COGN1Z3 TH4T BL4CK L1COR1C3 T4ST3 4NYWH3R3!” and held up her cane.

[I][S] Strife.


In the center of the room, the two old soldiers still fought. Morrison swung a left hook at Reaper, who ducked under it and drove his shoulder into the other prisoner’s sternum, knocking him down.

Standing over the man, Reaper reached back and brought out one of his Hellfire shotguns. Aiming it at Jack, he saw the other prisoner look at him, then somewhere above him. Reaching into his coat for the other one, he whirled around only to be met with a giant space ape fist that knocked him into a table.

Suddenly, every fighter was pushed to the ground by an invisible force. From the upper balcony, the assembled prisoners heard a booming “ALRIGHT, WHICH i4 OF YOU DELINQUENT DECIMALS STARTED THIS?!”

With everyone pinned to the ground, no one could answer. “I’d raise a lot more hell if the solution to this problem wasn’t as easy as log e! Guards!”

“Take any wounded to the infirmary. Every other imperfect integer can eat lunch in their cells!”

The warden turned on his heel, and the force subsided. Reaper felt himself slip into the blackness of unconsciousness.

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u/OddDirective Jun 24 '17 edited Nov 18 '17

Welcome to the jungle, pt. 7


Reaper woke up in a hospital bed, the noise of a heart monitor beeping in his ears. Looking up, he saw his three cellmates in chairs around his bed.

Tsuna was asleep, snoring, but Jason, helmetless, elbowed him awake. Slick was across the bed from them, sitting with his arms crossed. "So, you're finally awake."

"Why are you here?" he asked. "After-"

"Well," Tsuna said, scratching his head, "You are our cellmate, after all."

"Plus Slick had something to talk to you about." Jason added.

Reaper turned to the cyborg, who said "Well, what is it?"

Slick made eye contact, and began "Alright, I'm gonna give you an offer you're free to refuse. I just wouldn't. What we're going to do is team up to take over this joint and, eventually," he took a moment to look around for any guards, then leaned in to say "escape from here."

"Hmph." Reaper scoffed. "Do you really think it will be that easy? Just teaming up and taking over?"

"Well, with the four of us-"

"No." Reaper cut him off menacingly. "The three of you can work on whatever it is you do. None of you understand-"

Jason stood up, knocking his chair back. "Alright, how about you shut up for once and listen to what I have to say, because I'm about to prove you wrong."

Everyone present was shocked at this outburst, and his anger did not subside as he continued. "When I was 16, I went to a small middle eastern nation by the name of Qurac. I thought it was to find my birth mother, but it was all a lie. I died there, in that country. The bastard who lured me there beat me bloody with a crowbar, for his sick, twisted laughs, and then blew me up for a few more."

"After that, I was buried, but I came back. I still don't know how it happened, but I clawed my way back out of the ground they buried me in. I met a girl, Talia, and I got my memories back."

"So if you're a revenant," Jason said, pointing at Reaper, "then I am too. And if you ever try to pull that 'unholier-than-thou' crap again, I'll put a bullet in your skull myself."

Tsuna looked at the two mercenaries and shuddered. Man, they're all so scary!

Slick chuckled to himself. "Well, guess that makes three of you."

Both so-called revenants whipped their heads towards him "Three?"

Pointing a thumb at Tsuna, he said "I saw him get shot in the head and get back up from it."

The prisoner in question held his hands up, and said "W-well, that wasn't really-"

"Kid." Spades interrupted. "If what I saw wasn't coming back from the dead, then I got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell ya."

Tsuna sat back down, and Slick turned to the man on the hospital bed. "Well, you ready to hear the offer?"

Reaper turned away, but then said "Let's hear it."

“So here’s the plan. The kid here,” he said, pointing his thumb at Tsuna, “becomes our people person.”

"Huh? M-me?" the prisoner in question asked. "Why me?"

Spades looked him up and down, and asked "Seriously?" When the confusion persisted, he explained "You got a baby face, weird-looking hair, you're in the most normal outfit of all of us, and you say you were thrown in here on fake charges. The hero-types'll be tripping over themselves to help you."

"A-alright," Tsuna said, but then paused. "What would I be doing?"

"All you'd need to do is talk to people. Make a few friends, convince people to help with the breakout."

"I can do that." Tsuna said, mentally sighing in relief. At least he didn't say anything about fighting other prisoners.

"Oh, and if any of us get into fights, you're gonna have to back us up."

Tsuna nearly face-faulted out of his chair as the gang leader continued. "Red Mask, you're on intel. Search around the prison for anything that could help us out. Maybe sneak into the guard areas for a set of keys."

"It's Red Hood," Jason said, "and I was already doing that."

"Then keep doing it, but tell us about what you find. And as for you," he said, turning to Reaper, "You get to be the muscle. Anyone tries to take what's ours, you're the one to explain to them why that's a bad idea. You get your fill of violence, and we get a reputation."

Holding out a hand to shake, Slick asked him "You in?"

Reaper looked at it for a second, then shook. "I'm in."

"Good." Spades said, breaking off the handshake. "Now first order of business, we need a gang name."

"Why?" Jason asked, putting his helmet back on.

"So we can have something easier than 'those guys in that cell upstairs' for the people to talk about over their prison chow." Slick explained. "Now, we've already got a suggestion, courtesy of Skullface over there."

"Do you mean the Revenants?" Tsuna asked.

"Exactly, kid. But I feel like it's missing something."

Jason added "It feels like the title of a movie that would get nominated for Best Picture but then lose to a feel-good story."

"Right...whatever that means." Slick said dismissively. "I was thinking about the Midnight Revenants."

"Huh? Why add midnight?" Tsuna asked, confusedly.

"I have a hunch those two" he said, pointing to the two other prisoners "don't exactly do their work in the sunlight."

The guilty looks downward were all that was needed to confirm those suspicions.

"So," Slick asked "how about it?"

"I'm fine with it." Reaper said, and the three other prisoners turned to him in shock. Reaper glared at them, and they looked away.

"Well, there's a good reason for it so... count me in!" Tsuna said.

The three prisoners turned to Jason. "...Alright, I'll go with it."

"Well then," Spades said with a smile. "Let's go to work."


Minamimoto strode up to the door to the Warden's office.

Technically, it was his office, but both him and the person he worked for knew that wasn't the case. Not that Sho minded that much. He always preferred doing things that didn't involve sitting behind a desk all day.

Stepping inside, he found the lights off, shadowing a person sitting at his desk. The person behind the desk asked him "What took you so long?"

"I had to clean up some trash in the cell block." the warden replied.

"Everything is going according to plan? All of the prisoners have their equipment?" his employer asked.

"I told you when you hired me, my equation for the prison was perfect. And every variable is in its place." the math maniac replied.

"Mhmm." came the reply. 'And what about our little... impulse control problem? What's your 'equation' say about that?"

"Rrgh." Sho grunted, and a look of anger flashed across his face. Regaining his composure, he replied "They haven't removed themselves, if that's what you're asking."

Minamimoto could almost hear the man smirk, as he asked "What were the chances of that happening, may I ask?"

Begrudgingly, the warden replied "69.59%."

"Guess I won the bet, then." the voice came back. Turning more serious, he asked "So, what's your plan to deal with them?"

"They'll run into some trouble in the next few days, that should reduce it to a previously solved problem."

"Mind if I ask what the trouble is?" the man asked.

"I know your deal. If I tell you the solution, you'll do something to stop it, and I can't have an extra variable in this formula." Sho replied. This conversation was beginning to get on his nerves.

"Oh well. I guess there's nothing more for me here right now." Sho's employer said. The darkness in the room somehow managed to get more dark, and the man said "I'll be checking in on you in a few days. Make sure you're ready for me by then."

Then, the extra darkness subsided, and the man was gone. Turning on the light, Sho sighed, and started reciting something. "1,1,2,3,5,8,13..."