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thearena2014-09-27 10:20 pm
pythianjudgment) wrote in thearena2014-09-27 10:20 pm
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But you said it often, before you were lost, that it's only a day.
Who| Terezi, The Initiate, Charlie
What| Charlie is looking for a victim and finds the Initiate. Terezi doesn't like that very much. Fighting ensues.
Where| Inside The Authority (sporting goods)
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Death
The Authority. It's a weird name for a store, but Terezi is pretty sure that humans have a lot of weird names for a lot of things at this point. The only thing she really cares about is what the Gamemakers put into it. At this late point in the arena, most of the shops have probably been picked over quite a bit, but she's not looking for anything too particular.
She leads the Initiate along to the store, sometimes by hand and sometimes simply by asking him to follow. She's needed more medical supplies since his injury. Fabric for bandages isn't hard to find, but tape is in somewhat shorter supply. She's confidant that there should be some here, though. That's the sort of thing humans keep around athletic equipment, right?
Entering the store, Terezi lets go of the Initiate's hand and begins checking aisle by aisle for anything that she might be able to use. She's only really here for one thing, but it doesn't hurt to stock up more. She does have that mission from Shepard to carry out, after all.
What| Charlie is looking for a victim and finds the Initiate. Terezi doesn't like that very much. Fighting ensues.
Where| Inside The Authority (sporting goods)
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Death
The Authority. It's a weird name for a store, but Terezi is pretty sure that humans have a lot of weird names for a lot of things at this point. The only thing she really cares about is what the Gamemakers put into it. At this late point in the arena, most of the shops have probably been picked over quite a bit, but she's not looking for anything too particular.
She leads the Initiate along to the store, sometimes by hand and sometimes simply by asking him to follow. She's needed more medical supplies since his injury. Fabric for bandages isn't hard to find, but tape is in somewhat shorter supply. She's confidant that there should be some here, though. That's the sort of thing humans keep around athletic equipment, right?
Entering the store, Terezi lets go of the Initiate's hand and begins checking aisle by aisle for anything that she might be able to use. She's only really here for one thing, but it doesn't hurt to stock up more. She does have that mission from Shepard to carry out, after all.
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That feeling doesn't stick around for all that long.
Terezi slams into her tiny frame and sends her flying with the momentum, spear just barely remaining clutched in her left hand. She connects hard with the ground, rolling and skidding along with the troll in a tangle of limbs.
The alarm sets in only after they come to a halt, doe eyes flying open wide.
"W-wait-"
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He gasps sharp, eyes flying open, and then immediately takes to coughing. He rolls over onto his knees, eyes watering as his hand rises up to his sure-to-be-bruised throat.
He finally manages proper breath and his eyes dart up to see the scuffle unfolding. His mind doesn't paint a killer of Charlie, but it's Terezi what he worries for. He hesitates with rising up and doing something because... because what can he really do.
But look on with a dull horror that is.
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"Kurloz, get out of here!" she shouts at him, hoping he'll take the order and run like he should be. If he isn't going to defend himself, then she has to make sure that he stays away from the fight. She's protected him this long. Losing him now would be heartbreaking.
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She doesn't really want to kill him, anyway.
In the back of her mind, she's really glad he's getting away.
"Please-" Her voice comes out in a grunt. "Please, wait-"
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He can't just run. He has to find something what will help, something she can use...
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"Wait for what?" she snaps angrily once she finds her breath again, shoulders hunched and ready for an attack. "For you to cull my friend when he's defenseless? Can't pick on someone who can actually fight back?"
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"I had to go after someone - I know what might happen if I don't! He was just...he was the first one I found...I didn't know he wouldn't fight back..." But the words die out past that point. No matter how she spins it, the Troll is right. She attacked someone defenseless, knowingly or not, and was going to try to kill him.
She shakes her head a little bit, trying to clear it.
"It doesn't matter what my intentions were, was it? What's done is done. This...." She steels herself. This is the point, isn't it? "This is your chance to leave, before I have to hurt you."
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"If you want a fight, then you can fight me instead." She doesn't exactly have a weapon, but then again she probably doesn't need one. The human is tiny, and in Terezi's experience, they don't have the same level of ferocity. Or claws. "I'm not letting a monster like you leave here, just so you can come back and try to kill him later. I know how your type works."
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"I'm not a monster," she breathes, something in her face hardening. A chord has been struck. "I'm not a monster, and you do NOT know anything about me."
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"I don't need to know anything else about you. If you're not a monster, then what? Do you have another word for going after defenseless people? Would you prefer coward? Bully? Fiend?" Terezi takes inventory of the things around her while she talks, trying to find something that might make a suitable distraction. The store has already been thoroughly picked over, but there's plenty of unhelpful things that have been left behind.
"I think monster fits well enough." She picks up some kind of sports ball lying discarded nearby and throws it at Charlie with all her strength. Then she charges the woman again, making a grab for the weapon.
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Fortunately for Charlie, something that she IS is good at surviving the unexpected.
She swings the spear like a bat, knocking the ball to one side. She catches the charge from the corner of her eye, but too late to react properly - for now, she simply moves with her momentum, pivoting on one foot and letting the force of her swing spin her around. She ducks down as she spins, moving the weapon down to keep it out of Terezi's hands - and also to try and sweep her legs from under her.
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She comes out of the roll in a crouch with barely a second to think about where to strike next. She wants to get the woman off balance, but more importantly, she knows that she needs to stay inside the spear's range of motion. At least if she wants to avoid getting a few holes in her.
It's become apparent that her opponent is not a very heavy thing, so she lunges for her legs again.
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Until he finds something. Just one single thing like Messiahs laid it out for him. They did. They must have. It's what they've always done.
take faith...
He grabs the weapon and yanks it down. He knows how to use it. He knows how to use every weapon but a gun. In every single way he has killed...
He runs to the front of the store, going up the aisles without at all being seen.
In every single way he was trained to be a killer.
He raises the bow, bringing the arrow with it. Terezi is there. The other woman has a spear, all ready to bring it down...
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Forcing her stance to steady, she raises the spear, spinning it point side down and at the ready.
"I'm sorry."
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Her gut instinct is to roll out of the way, but logically she knows that it won't stop the spear from skewering through her in some fashion. The only thing that she might prevent is gouging something serious--like her heart. She does it anyway, rolling to the side and bracing for the searing pain through something less vital--like her arm or shoulder, if she's lucky.
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He's frozen there with bow and arrow still raised as her death begins. In every single way he was trained for all this, but for how he is right now.
You killed a tribute.
You disobeyed.
Traitor.
The bow falls from his hands. He crumples down to his knees. There's so much blood, so much blood, he did this, he made this mess, he hurt a tribute, he killed...
His conditioning's worn off for a lot but not for this. Not for the thing what he was avoxed for. His mouth opens in utterly silent scream, his hands go up into his hair and around his horns, tugging and pulling as tremors rock through him in waves, all a thousand little pin pricks for a thousand wrongs, he disobeyed.
He rocks on the spot.
DEATH
She chokes, blood pouring out and down her front, warm and slick and pooling beneath her with each heartbeat.
By the time that heartbeat stops, she's fallen to the ground, spear still lightly clasped in her twitching hand.
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Everything feels like it's processing in slow motion. There is a body on the ground in front of her. There is an arrow through it's neck. Terezi turns to search for the one who fired it, but all that she finds is Kurloz on his knees and shaking.
She had told him to run. But he came back.
He came back, and he probably saved her life.
There's a moment where Terezi frowns back at the still bleeding body, an uncomfortable feeling in her chest... Then she's hurrying quickly over to Kurloz. She drops to her knees in front of him, reaching for his hands to pull them away from his horns.
"Kurloz, stop. Please... It's okay. I'm here. I'm okay." She pulls his hands down, squeezing them tight before letting go. She lifts them again to touch his face, fingers brushing against his cheeks. Trying to get him to listen to her. "You saved me. It's okay."
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But distantly, he can hear her. She says it's okay. It's not. It's not okay, he disobeyed, he killed a tribute. They're going to take him away, they're going to punish him, they're going to make correctional on his undoings, he shouldn't have done that, he should have let the woman ki--
His wide eyes dart up to her face. He feels her hands there, touching, holding so gentle. Terezi, Terezi. Don't touch tributes, you ain't supposed to touch...
His hands quake all violent as they rise up. He tries for her face and fails. They fall and grip tight on the sleeves she wears. His eyes stay on her as she struggles to pull him out of the consuming current.
Terezi, Terezi. Alive. Saved her. All for her, Terezi. Mutely, he mouths her name.
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"I'm here, I'm here," she repeats, as his lips move and she realizes that he's trying to say her name. "It's okay. I promise. You're okay." She keeps up that steady mantra, pressing her forehead against his. She wishes that there was anything else that she could do for him, something to soothe the broken edges that the Capitol left behind when they ruined his mind.
"Thank you, Kurloz. Thank you for doing what you did. You're always..." Her words catch in her throat, feeling like the emotion that she's trying to convey is too large to pass. "You give so much for me. Thank you. I won't let anyone hurt you for this. I promise."
She doesn't know if she can keep that promise... She only knows that she can't let him be taken away from her again, no matter what.
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But gratitude, thankfulness. Being all to say like he's any kind of good. Like she can stop any of what is to come, neverminding the punishment what is most certain and sure for this.
It's the kindness what guts him most.
When at last he can, he throws his arms around her proper and stay there until the quiet of his shuddering breath.