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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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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.