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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thearena2015-05-25 01:44 pm

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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[personal profile] wickedgoogly 2015-06-15 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The beard is definitely not real, and Rose harbors no intent for villainous ticklefests, either. Gritta is safe for now.

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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[personal profile] shiningeyes 2015-06-16 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Rose... that's a very beautiful name." Well. It is. Sort of lyrical, all strung together like that. Maybe it's a silly reason to start letting her guard down, but that's what she's doing now. She's a little less tense as she rises from her curtsy, no longer clasping her hands together with anxiousness.

"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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[personal profile] wickedgoogly 2015-06-16 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Unusual shadow creature or no, Gritta at least seems polite and kind, which is the most she can probably ask for in this situation. Rose smiles. "Thank you."

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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[personal profile] shiningeyes 2015-06-18 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Her legs are a little stubby in comparison to the rest of her, but enough to keep her trailing only slightly behind Rose. The desire to get far away from violence and fire is a strong motivator. Keeping close to this nice girl so that she can learn a little more is also a worthwhile reason to not be lazy.

"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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[personal profile] wickedgoogly 2015-06-18 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"There were billions," she clarifies, slowing her pace as she catches Gritta flagging. "Until there very suddenly weren't. A shower of meteors pummeling across the whole planet tends to wipe out life pretty quickly."

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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[personal profile] shiningeyes 2015-07-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"A shower of... of meteors?! That's terrible!" She can find the breath to be horrified at such things, distant as they might be. Enough to kill billions and billions... even the Shadow Line had never intended to be that cruel. Humans could learn to live in darkness, after all.

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.