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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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"Yeah. Yeah, I bet we could." And then Gary is latching on to that bit of the conversation, and then Haruto feels his mouth go dry. "...somewhere safe. We're going somewhere safe." It's not as much of a lie as what first leapt to mind to say. 'Yes, Gary. We're going home.' Because if he's dying, if this is going to be it for his go-around this time, then what's a little lie in the name of giving someone a moment of hope? But he doesn't know for sure that the guy's going to kick the bucket. So no lies like that yet. "...if we've got to kick a door in, how're your legs doing, Mayo?" Because he's got one leg that is not up for the task of any Rider Kicks at the moment, sorry.
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"My legs? My legs are fine! Just fine!" He thinks. Maybe. Burned, but fine. "I can so kick any doors in."
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This state of delirium lasts a bit longer than the others. Gary calms, at least, eager to follow the mechanical motions of walking and looking around. His naturally heightened adrenaline levels are helping in the recovery, steadying his legs. There are enough toes on his bloodied foot to support his weight, so that's a plus. Gary isn't thinking straight enough to appreciate this, but he's getting there.
Instead, as they approach the house, he starts to put together other things--little, random things, like how they all smell like smoke. Why do they smell like smoke? Gary's head slumps and he realizes that the maid dress he coerced his Stylist into designing is patchily burnt and falling off in places. He whines in disappointment. "They're gonna be pissed..." Gary murmurs to himself, apparently without realizing that he's said it.
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"You've got it, you're doing good, Gary, good job..." Haruto is damn impressed at how much of an effort the guy is managing to make. That's his power, isn't it? His ignorance as to when he's beaten or in over his head transcends into the physical, it seems. Good for him. That's just what they need right now, no sarcasm. "No one's pissed. It's fine! It's... it's fine."
Aah, and there they are, at the back door to a rickety house. His gaze darts to Nitou and he makes a wordless, questioning sound. Care to do the honors?
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But hey, door duty, he's got this. He's so got this. "Alright, stand back!" Not that he's moving particularly quickly, but he's moving better than Haruto and Gary are. Still, it takes several kicking attempts before the door finally caves, and Nitou's breathing like he's just run a marathon. "See? Piece of cake..."
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"But...but my..." The word escapes him and he trails off. What else can he think of? His surroundings are all too complex and muddy to describe, that's out of the picture. Eventually he settles on the pain. The pain is very easy to focus on, and is even starting to resolve itself into manageable portions, rather than the global, unidentifiable ache of several minutes ago. "...my head," Gary groans instead. "Head hurts..."
Any further insights will have to wait, because now he's thoroughly distracted by the loud whump of Nitou's foot striking the door they're standing in front of. Gary didn't even notice they'd stopped walking until just now. He winces away.
"Ahh--loud," Gary whines. "Why're you so loud?..." And so on and so forth. It's all gibberish, he's clearly not directing this at anyone.
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More lies. Or what he's pretty damn sure, in the moment, is not a very good version of the truth. They will all probably hurt less once they've had some time to rest, but pain of this sort takes a while to go away. At least it seems that the shack of a house that they have broken into seems... safe is a bit strong of a word to use, but maybe not hazardous is the way to put it. He gives a thankful nod to Nitou, and starts forward again, hauling Gary on inside.
Everything is broken and overturned, and there's probably nothing worth salvaging, but maybe they can stay out of sight of any windows and hunker down and wait for the chaos of the Cornucopia to blow over.
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He stumbles in as directed, a bit more stubbornly now that he's focusing on something other than moving his legs, and decides that now he has a good place to restart. For like, the fifth time. He's working on it. "...Fuck," Gary growls, knitting his teeth and squeezing his eye shut. "What happened?"
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`Indeed they are, Haruto Soma.`
He starts, grimaces, groans, and closes his eyes and lets his head hang. "...would've been nice if they gave us belts and rings, eh, Mayo?"
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He glances back down at his stomach. No, Chimera, now is not the time to point out that he'd have to fight Haruto and Gary in the end in that scenario. "But yeah, they're definitely back."
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Instead, he focuses on his previous train of thought. "Yeah, but...not all the way," he says with an odd tilt of his head, then passes another quick look between Haruto and Nitou for confirmation. "Like, there's ah...a...I dunno..." Dammit, words. Gary gestures frantically with his hand to try and conjure them. "--barrier? I guess? Needed a lot of energy to get them to work all the way. It's really weird."
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Viewers at home who are familiar with Gary are probably already making the 'it happens to everyone' joke that he would have made just then, but unfortunately Gary's mind is elsewhere right now. Get his powers back and instantly they're broken. He looks on the verge of tears.
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"It's just the game makers. They're just messing with you. With us. You've done fine before without powers, right? You've done fine. You'll be fine."
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"Yeah, well," Gary shrugs, mouth quirking into a lame half-smirk as he brushes away the hair from his swollen-shut eye, "maybe not so much anymore. You think I could still get 'em with the whole 'wounded puppy' aesthetic? Eh? I mean, look at this shit."
To emphasize what shit they should be looking at, Gary lifts up his calf and wiggles it, letting his bloodied, mostly-toeless foot flop around in demonstration. He accompanies this with appropriately grossed-out expressions and noises. Yeah, he's fine.
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"Eeeehhhhh, I don't know..." Gary's leg-waggling is gross enough that it's funny. Or maybe he just really needs to laugh about what a mess this has become. So he waggles his burnt leg, and there's a chuckle somewhere in the pained sound he's making. "I think I can look much more pitiful than you." And then he groans and makes a production of letting his head fall back and rest against the wall. Surely all the Capitolite ladies at home are enjoying this? Surely.
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Nitou makes a horrified face at Gary's messed-up foot, and that only intensifies with Haruto's own showing off. "Oh, oh, if we're doing this, then..." He waves around the worst-burnt of his arms, kind of regrets the motion, and then sort of leans back, putting a hand to his forehead in the most obviously fake "woe is me" motion that he can muster. Look, if nothing else, this is keeping Gary grounded. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe.
okay okay this is probably the part where we wrap this up, yes?
"Besides," he murmurs, "one of you losers has to keep watch while I take a nap."
Yes I think we have reached a fine stopping point
Good stopping point, yep yep