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thearena2015-05-25 01:44 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2015-05-25 01:44 pm
Entry tags:
- ! arena 14,
- aang,
- alain johns,
- alistair theirin,
- anna of arendelle,
- bayard sartoris,
- black tom cassidy,
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- clint barton,
- commander shepard,
- ellis,
- eowyn,
- haruto soma,
- james sunderland,
- jet link,
- karkat vantas,
- kousuke nitou,
- molotov cocktease,
- phillip gray,
- revas tabris,
- roland deschain,
- sam wilson,
- terezi pyrope,
- ✘ adella trevelyan,
- ✘ anders,
- ✘ arya stark,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ cullen rutherford,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ dorian pavus,
- ✘ feferi peixes,
- ✘ garrett,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ gritta,
- ✘ jack sparrow,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kieren walker,
- ✘ maxwell trevelyan,
- ✘ pietro maximoff (evo),
- ✘ rose lalonde,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ tiffany doggett,
- ✘ zed
Arena 14: A Grimm Age
The morning breaks to a familiar routine for most of you. Bright and early the Tributes are roused by their escorts and stylists, escorted from their rooms and to the waiting hovercraft. The flight takes them a few hours out from the Capitol and after landing they are escorted quickly into an underground complex to be prepped. Tributes will find to their dismay that their outfits are a little less practical and a little more costume this time around, the ratio of which depends entirely on the whims of their stylist. Peacekeepers will appear almost immediately after they've finished dressing to put them in the waiting launch tubes.
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They rise up from the ground and -- phew, what's that smell? The Tribute's look around them to see a full-on medieval village, constructed entirely from wood and thatch. There are empty pens that might have once held pigs and chickens attached to the houses and a well is visible down the street. What commands attention though is what's in the centre of the village square where the Tribute's are standing; a pyre built around a tall wooden stake. Those who look amongst the piles of twigs and wood will see the gleam of weapons, as well as backpacks containing survival supplies. This is your Cornucopia, Tributes.
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Anyone who tries to look further afield, over the roofs of the houses, will see the main feature of this arena looming above them. The castle stands tall and forbidding, a monstrous sized building of stone with flags bearing the emblem of the Capitol flying from its parapets. From here, if they squint, they can see the drawbridge is down and the portcullis is open. For now.
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A triumphant sounding of trumpets is what signals this arena's beginning and with it those Tribute's with powers may feel a sudden tingling in their bones, a rush of energy as those powers are restored to them. Any with constantly active abilities will find a light illuminates immediately over their head, signalling that something about this powered arena is going to be a little different from the last. For those who try to use their powers right off the bat... well, they'll be in for a nasty shock.
[[OOC: A mod reminder that this arena is designed to punish Tribute's for using powers. If your character will attempt to use powers at any time in week 1 of the arena it needs to be reported here to be RNG'd by the mods for chances of success or injury.
There will be a thread on Death Roll posts for subsequent weeks power usage to be reported.]]
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They rise up from the ground and -- phew, what's that smell? The Tribute's look around them to see a full-on medieval village, constructed entirely from wood and thatch. There are empty pens that might have once held pigs and chickens attached to the houses and a well is visible down the street. What commands attention though is what's in the centre of the village square where the Tribute's are standing; a pyre built around a tall wooden stake. Those who look amongst the piles of twigs and wood will see the gleam of weapons, as well as backpacks containing survival supplies. This is your Cornucopia, Tributes.
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Anyone who tries to look further afield, over the roofs of the houses, will see the main feature of this arena looming above them. The castle stands tall and forbidding, a monstrous sized building of stone with flags bearing the emblem of the Capitol flying from its parapets. From here, if they squint, they can see the drawbridge is down and the portcullis is open. For now.
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A triumphant sounding of trumpets is what signals this arena's beginning and with it those Tribute's with powers may feel a sudden tingling in their bones, a rush of energy as those powers are restored to them. Any with constantly active abilities will find a light illuminates immediately over their head, signalling that something about this powered arena is going to be a little different from the last. For those who try to use their powers right off the bat... well, they'll be in for a nasty shock.
[[OOC: A mod reminder that this arena is designed to punish Tribute's for using powers. If your character will attempt to use powers at any time in week 1 of the arena it needs to be reported here to be RNG'd by the mods for chances of success or injury.
There will be a thread on Death Roll posts for subsequent weeks power usage to be reported.]]
Rose | OPEN
By now, though, her initial impression that maybe this was some strange, pre-death hallucination has worn thin. She knows perception of time can be wonky with certain psychological issues, but it's been long enough that surely she should have died by now, right? After scoring, costuming, what brief snatches of explanation she got, and now...
At least her evaluation of ridiculous was spot on. From dystopian novel to crapsack fantasy, that's what this feels like. And worse, she's dressed like one of her mom's shitty wizard figurines. And the wall art. And the 20 foot granite statue that used to be in the living room (requiescat in pace, Zazzerpan).
There's yet another counter ticking down, but honestly, it's hard to be as worried over this one when she's still reeling from everything else. She fails to blow up when it hits zero - despite the weird, bone-deep tingling that washes over her - and that's good enough.
Forget that pyre, though. It may have weapons and tantalizing backpacks of who knows what, but she's not about to become the witch in this metaphor. She adjusts her hood (which keeps trying to slip down in front of her eyes), hitches up her robe, and makes haste for the castle. She doesn't know what will lie within, but it certainly looks both safer and more promising than the decrepit houses in the nearer village. Besides, if this really is a death game, she'd like to get some distance from her competitors.
Look out, Panem: there's a wizard on the loose.
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He is also yelling at his stomach.
"Dude, no! Just because you're sensing magic doesn't mean we're gonna eat it!" He hasn't noticed Rose yet, but he's somehow on track to walk right into her if he keeps going like this. What is situational awareness?
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Okay, so far Rose has recognized absolutely no one she's seen (which is pretty bewildering with the situation back home), but it stands out even more in this case. It's hard not to overhear when a dude's arguing with... his... What is he yelling at, exactly? Rose skips back a few steps to get out of his path, but she could swear his torso is getting the brunt of his argument.
"Who are you talking to?" she asks.
She should probably be more cautious under the circumstances, but it's remarkably hard to take this seriously.
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Costume aside, there's nothing immediately magical about her: she has no wands, and the emblematic flame that has appeared above some tributes has had no reason yet to grace her. It is a pretty impressive beard, though.
"You'll have to pardon me if I'm skeptical about your... torso monster. Do you need something, or shall I leave you to your disagreement?" Because really, she has a castle to be investigating, and she's pretty sure this guy is legit crazy.
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His stomach also growls loudly, unnaturally so. It could be normal stomach growling, sure, but there could also be something more to it. As his stomach growls, Nitou glances up above her head. He thinks he's subtle, but he's not. This guy is looking for that mark that someone has constantly-firing powers.
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She lacks the mark, but when he looks up (try harder, dude, you're obvious), her gaze cautiously follows. She spots the one hovering over him.
"Let's say I believe you," she says, looking back down and more wary for it. "There is a monster in your stomach, Chimera, and it--pardon, he--is being very loud about something. What does he want, and what are you looking for?"
She could ask what that mark is, but she figures her question should cover it from the way he was looking.
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Then, after a long, awkward pause. "Birds. Totally looking for birds. Chimera's hungry, I thought I could catch a snack, you know?" Yes. Birds. Totally legit.
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She points, right above his head at the flame in the sky, and asks, "Birds like that one?"
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Birds, birds, whatever, but any comment she might have rolled out is waylaid by the mention of powers. Her eyebrows lift.
"While I can't offer any birds," she says slowly, watching him, "I am curious about that light. Clearly, you have powers. How did you turn them on? For lack of a better term."
It's a choice of words that could be seen through if one were to think about it, but she frankly doesn't give him enough credit to do so. What's important is that she noticed her magic was missing when she was still in scoring, and if there's a way to get it back, she wants it.
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And thinking on that, she remembers the tingling she had felt. It wasn't any normal sensation she'd had, but for lack of solid explanation, she wrote it off. They warned her against explosions if she dared step off her podium early; for all she knew, it could have been related to that. But now...
She brings her curled hand near her mouth. "I think I have some searching of my own to do."
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"Hey, if it's food, I'll help you look." He genuinely means well by that, and it has in no way occurred to him that whatever she's looking for just might mean powers...that would put her on the menu.
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There is only so fast that someone of her particular build and constitution can move, though. Despite her head start, she's soon leaning against a tree, gasping for breath and shying away from sunlight. She's alert, though. Anything could happen, and anything could be coming this way. The chaos may not necessarily be left behind.
Which is why when she sees Rose rushing towards her, she gives a high shriek and tries to hide herself on the opposite side of the tree. It does not work. She is too big and the tree is too small. But perhaps it is the thought that counts.
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Actually, is this Earth? Rose didn't stop to consider, namely because she hasn't had time to do so between everything else bombarding her, but Earth was gone last she knew. So were humans, though, and she doesn't know any other planet that would have them. The sky and the plants and all at least look like the planet she knew, but who knows where she is.
And more importantly, who knows what the heck that thing behind the tree is. Seriously, anyone? Anyone at all?
The long and short is that Rose stands staring, unable to miss the mass of this creature despite the apparently earnest attempts to hide. And that shriek, if nothing else, certainly sounded freaked out. She'd almost wonder if it weren't an enemy from Sburb, but the size and details are all wrong.
And for the moment, she sets aside her goal of the castle. She can't give up an opportunity to learn more about what's happening.
"I can see you, you know," she calls over, though she hasn't quite recognized this as a person yet. She hopes that it's not some trap set to eat her for drawing attention.
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"...You're running from this too, then?" Let's not mince words. Or hide behind that tree any longer. She side-steps carefully away, one hand still upon the trunk. "Were you kidnapped as well?" Her voice is sweet and high, something that might sound more appropriate coming from someone smaller. And still a little bit breathless. It took an awful lot of running to get this far.
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Suffice it to say, something like Gritta, if nothing she's seen before, is nonetheless not the weirdest.
There's something oddly dainty to her, if not in appearance then in voice and mannerism. And sure, it's unexpected, but it's also refreshing to hear something so... well, human (for lack of a better term).
Posture easing, Rose dares to walk over closer. She has to wonder if she looks silly at all, herself, with her beard and wig and wizard robes, but it's kind of a moot point.
"A lopsided hand wave of uncertainty to the first, and a resolute yes to the second. You're new, too? I'm unarmed, if it's any reassurance." She shakes her sleeves back to show them empty, just like her hands.
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"I'm unarmed as well." Although one might question how much damage a being of her height (and width) might be capable of doing, if sufficiently determined. Still, she side-steps out from behind that tree, and gives a little curtsey. "I should introduce myself. I'm Miss Gritta, of the Shadow Line. And you would be...?"
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The thought of Gritta's physical advantage does cross her mind, but she's already settled into giving her the benefit of the doubt.
"Rose Lalonde," she answers from a closer but still respectful distance. After a short pause to consider, she returns the curtsey. The robe works well for it. "Though I must confess I've never heard of the Shadow Line, nor seen anyone quite like you."
She withholds her own title. It's not important, and she's not here for boasting about a path she didn't care to take.
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"I'm not surprised. We're separate from the human world... mostly." But this might be going into far more detail than anyone really needs to know. "And it's probably for the best that you haven't seen any other Shadows. Light and darkness have a difficult time coexisting..." She sighs. That is really more detail than anyone needs, especially in the midst of all this. She casts a look back the way that they both came.
"...I believe that we should keep moving." That is most certainly the smell of burning wafting in on the wind.
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She hardly minds the detail, though, particularly when she did ask. She always has been fond of learning things. But the suggestion is apt, and it takes only a glance to see where the burning scent is coming from.
"This way," she says, and turns to set off the way she was heading previously: toward the castle. Her pace is quick, but she guesses Gritta should have the gait to keep up.
"It might have been a different human world than mine," she says as she goes, wholly intending to keep things up while they move. "Humans generally weren't supposed to exist anymore save a minuscule handful when I left Earth, and yet here we are among at least several." It's also more detail than Gritta likely needs, but that doesn't remotely stop her. As much as she likes learning, she also likes informing.
Like a side note she adds in, "I'd say for light and dark that we're doing a fine job so far."
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"Oh? A different one? Is that possible? I suppose it might be..." There's a lot about life that she has yet to learn. Maybe this is one of those things that her teachers never bothered bringing up. "That's very different than the human world that I know. There are billions and billions of them, living in the light."
She's breathing a little heavier already, though. This much exercise was never part of her usual routine. "This... this isn't the first time I've worked with humans. Are we... haaah, are we really doing so well...?" At least that castle is growing closer, little by little.
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She turns and looks now, raising an eyebrow in an unspoken question. Need to rest? She doesn't mind; they're further from the fire now, and she doesn't see any tributes coming for them.
Then moving on smoothly, she states, "It was kind of a joke. You said you're a Shadow, right? I'm the Seer of Light, for all I never took it seriously."
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The chance for a break is gladly taken, though. She hates that she has to, but if they're safe for a moment then she can catch her breath for a moment. And so she does, a hand resting on her chest as she leans over. "...Seer of Light? Is that like a ToQGer?" It's pronounced 'toh-queue-jer', but that probably doesn't help clarify things very much. "They fought against us. They were from the Rainbow Line." That... probably doesn't help either.
Gritta casts a glance back over her shoulder, and then looks ahead to the castle. "I'll... I'm only going to slow you down. You should go ahead! I'll be alright." Probably. Hopefully.