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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.]]
Re: Tiffany Doggett | OTA
But not watching carnage can't spare his ears, and soon enough he's curled at the bottom of a tree, his hands over his ears even though the screaming and rending of flesh has stopped. He's not even close enough to hear it anymore, but it echoes in his ears.
That's why he doesn't hear Tiffany coming until she's close enough to be dangerous, but he's small enough that he, too, is hard to see. And it doesn't occur to him to be frightened of a woman in a dress, even a mutilated one.
"Hello, ma'am. I don't mean you any harm."
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For all of Tiffany's many, many faults, she doesn't hesitates before lowering her weapon.
"Relax. I ain't going after no kids."
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Of course, he doesn't know how to explain that it's not that he's afraid of danger so much as the sounds of the Cornucopia crawling out of his memory of them into the present, the rending noise of flesh and snaps of bone becoming somehow current. Or that perhaps his brain will never stop echoing them, that the noises are trapped forever in his skull.
"'Fact, it ain't anything I'm afraid of," he says, trying to sound as if he means it. "Are you alright? Your dress is torn."
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"I tore it up on purpose, 'cause it wasn't easy to move in before. Don't look as good now, but..." She gives a little shrug. Hopefully the sponsors and stylists will understand.
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He gets to his feet, a little bit of mud on his silly knight costume. "I'm glad you're alright. I don't reckon it was easy to run away from all that back when your dress was a proper skirt."
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"Nah, it wasn't, which was why I had to fix it. I don't know why they put us in this stuff. Maybe getting out of it's part of the challenge." She shifts from foot to foot, awkwardly. Kids make her feel weird sometimes. "So you been in here before?"
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"Once before. It weren't so bad."
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She makes a show of looking around, then turns back to Bayard. "So what, you all alone out here? Don't you got people who wanna look out for you and protect you?"
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"I sure do. They told me to head for high ground, and so that's where I'm heading. Toward the castle. You're welcome to come, if you like. I could escort you the way there, like a proper knight in shining armor." He grins, wide and bright at her despite his teeth being crooked and damaged. "You are already dressed like a princess."
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"... How old are you, anyway?" He's tiny, and had looked so vulnerable curled up at the base of that tree. Tiffany can't imagine using him as protection.
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"Okay, fine. Fine. But twelve still sounds like a child to me, is all; you're fucking half my age."
Him being a child doesn't mean that she won't swear up a storm, apparently.
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He gives her hand a firm shake and then holds it as he 'escorts' her towards the castle.
"I never met a lady that cussed before I came here. Now I know lots of them who do. I never expected that."
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She pauses before answering his question. "... Waynesboro, Pennsylvania. But it's District 1 now."
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His eyes narrow a bit. "You don't support the Yankees, do you?"
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Oh, cross-cultural miscommunications.
i've been hoping someone would make that comment all game
Bayard comes from a time before the MLB was even a twinkle in anyone's eye.
LOL glad to please
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"Ma'am, I reckon you might as well have just spoken French at me."
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cw: racism
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