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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.]]
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"Actually," she calls back, reaching up to adjust this darn hood that keeps slipping down, "I was wondering if you could show me how you're doing that. I'll leave you alone after that."
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"You know, you can take that off if it's bothering you. The beard for sure is only going to get in your way."
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"Mm, you're probably right," she muses, and this time she shoves the hood back entirely. Without the buffer of silken wizard locks, it would only fall into her eyes more easily. The wig's been pinned in place and the beard stuck on with some light, skin-friendly adhesive, and she hisses a bit as she pulls one free, then the other. "Why they felt the need to costume me as the kind of wizard best left to tacky figurines, I'll never know."
But if she seemed familiar already, this should only enhance it. She's like a younger version of the Rose who was here, if Anna ever met her; and if not, certain features call reminder to Dave and Bro. The same blonde hair, something of the facial structure, though her eyes are a bright violet rather than red or orange.
"I see the costumers have been kinder with you," she says as her hands brush back to smooth her hair. "What's your name? I'm Rose Lalonde."
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"Rose," she echoes at the same time Rose gives her name. "Is it really you? It's me, Anna--or, well, I'm sure you have no idea who I am," she retracts, chewing at her lip. She's having flashbacks to her first Arena, when so many people had recognized her from the first time she was here. It's jarring.
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Her hands lower slowly, obviously wary of whatever the heck this means.
"Considering I'm not prone to identity crises, yes, it's really me," she begins, because that part's easy. "But how and why you would know me is as beyond my reckoning as the rest of this scenario. A murder game, then bad fantasy costumes, a man arguing with his stomach, and now you. Tell me, am I losing my mind, or are the past thirteen years of my life all false memories?"
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How best to phrase this? "You were here. Before. Don't freak out, I was here once too and I can't remember it at all. But the Rose that was here before, she was...older. Thirties, maybe, or even forties. Old enough to be someone's mom. But she looked exactly like you, and she knew Dave, and I'm guessing you know Dave, too, huh?"
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"I suddenly understand nothing." She blinks once, and once again for good measure. "Yes, I know Dave. Is he here? Is he also somehow middle-aged?"
She'd like to ask about this other her too, and find out whether it's time shenanigans or something to do with the post-scratch Earth that made her so old, but Dave is most important. He's her brother, the one who was with last before this, and she has more than a few things to ask him about this place and other topics besides.
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"No, he's not middle-aged, he's just a dorky teenager. Look, he has to be around here somewhere, I thought I caught a glimpse of him just before the Cornucopia but it's so hard to keep track of people in all the mayhem."
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"Sorry--and thank you, for what you've told me. If circumstances were different I'd love to stay and comb your mind for whatever you could tell me, but if he's here--" She steps back. A glance brushes her discarded wig and beard, but really, she has no need of them. "If I see you again, I'll ask more then."
And with that, she turns to stalk off 'round the castle. It's not much of a goodbye, but the situation doesn't lend much to normal partings. For one thing, all this talk of people having been around before leaves some very pressing questions in her mind. The arena only just started, didn't it? How long have they been here?
She keeps her eyes peeled, looking for blond hair and, if not shades, then a face she can recognize.
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"Alright," she manages. "G-good luck! And if I see Dave, I'll send him after you."
She watches Rose stalk off, feeling altogether strange about the interaction, before going back to sharpening her stick. Still, she reminds herself, this isn't the weirdest thing that's happened since coming here.