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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 1:22:32 GMT
RULES:
* This event is death enabled but don't worry - the only way to trigger character death is to become inactive. If you go three days without a reply expect a deity to smite you.
* This event is also injury enabled. Injuries will be decided mostly through RP and how stuff just plays out but the beasts' reactions will be based on rolls.
* This is going to be a fun event so please just be a good sport yo.
Alright, they'll settle this like a shoot out. Old school, western style. Take so many paces, turn, shoot. It's night time and lanterns are strung across the top of the arena.
Discordia sinks those peculiar canines into a leg of lamb. "I'm going to win, you know," her nose is turned up in the air.
The next two to post will wake up in the colosseum and immediately be fitted with gold wrist bracers. Discorida is sitting with her guest above them. After those two posts, wait. First come, first serve.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 1:32:58 GMT
Her eyes open, and she isn't in her bed. In fact, she isn't even in her own house. Instead she sees a night sky and lanterns above her. Groggily sitting up, Nessa sees that she's in a coliseum, like the kind in those Greek pictures in a history class.
She has a thousand and one questions to ask, but the bracers on her wrist catch her eye and she glances down at them. They're deep yellow, metallic, like they're made of gold. Pretty, but they just bring on another round of questions that probably won't get answered. Just for a moment, she's almost scared—but then she stands up and sees a woman with fox ears sitting above. All in due time, her father might say.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 1:38:12 GMT
Fangyin coughed, discomfort apparent.
Her eyes looked worn and dreary, and her legs felt like led. Still, the weight of her eyelids had to be forced open. When she did, a void-like night sky greeted her, and a strange weight was on her wrists.
Now fixed, she yelped in surprise, shaking it as if it'd make it fall off.
But it didn't.
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 13, 2014 1:55:26 GMT
He's still wearing gloves, even as he strips flesh from the pig roasting over a glow of coals, spinning lazily of its own violation. He examines the meat dangling between thumb and forefinger, only giving a scoff in reply. He looks over to Discordia, looks down into the arena where there are two little girls, more fitted for a playpen than a colosseum.
"Probably not." He says easily, tips his head back, bites into the strip with sharp and perfect teeth.
The next two to post will wake up in the colosseum and immediately be fitted with silved wrist bracers.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 2:00:00 GMT
With a groan he opens his eyes, and he's no longer in Marlene's bed. He looks up to see lanterns strewn across an open space, an arena. Please, please let this be a dream, Aeron thought. Looking down at his wrists he noticed to heavy set silver bracers, oh boy. They're ornate, beautiful even. But that really didn't matter. In that moment he felt like a toy. Right now with these bracers he was a pretty little toy to something.. He hated it.
He stood up now, wavering slightly. He always took forever to wake up, always. So he simply stood waiting. Why me, he thought. God fucking forbid he get a nights worth of sleep, or even a decent few hours.
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Jan 13, 2014 2:04:38 GMT
His eyes opened to unfamiliar surroundings. Yet, instead of fear the man was assaulted with a wave of curiosity. Was this a dream? Or had did he sleep walk? Getting up from the rough ground, he looked around the lantern lit area. His eyes picked out the short blond hair of his daughter and another unfamiliar person.
“My, my. Is my little seraph a sleepwalker too? And who is that?” He pointed to the darker haired girl. He was suddenly aware of a weight on his wrist.
A silver bracelet had appeared on his wrist. Primo hadn’t been wearing one before so it was the only logical conclusion. Now he was even more curious. Something told him he would be having a bit of fun tonight. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 2:37:22 GMT
Always the bigger person, Dys refrains from throwing food at the other deity.
Well, now that everyone is accounted for she stands up. She's the host, after all. She's just not entirely eloquent. "Right so," she yawns "You two are mine," she motions to the girls "while you two are this idiot's." She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at the men.
She sits back down and crosses her legs. "It's not like an owning thing. Don't get all resentful. Have fun, your lives are super duper short anyway."
Discordia then looks at Messenger. "You can do the honors whenever you please." Meaning the gates. The glimmering, gold-plated gates on either side of the arena that probably weren't there a minute ago.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 3:08:31 GMT
Nessa ignored all others for the moment, focusing on the only other person she knew in the area. "Daddy?" she questioned. Now, she wasn't completely sure if this was a dream or not, but it all seemed very strange.
What did she mean, 'mine'? Was it a match? The shimmering, glittering gates commanded her attention. She was sure that they hadn't been there a minute ago. Now Nessa was eager to find out what exactly was going on. She was almost jittery with excitement, hopped lightly from one foot to the other.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 10:48:56 GMT
When thrown into an unfamiliar situation, one had to quickly assess your surroundings. So that's what Fangyin did, now having pulled herself upright, hands now placed beside her.
She was unfamiliar with the setting, what with the spacious grounds that looked like a sport's stadium, voices coming from up above, and no viable way out thus far. But her gut was telling her something bad was going to happen. Her head darted to the two on higher ground, who's previous exchange was lost in confusion. She then looked at the blonde girl who was close, and widened her eyes at the gold bracers she wore.
Walking over to her, she wordlessly tugged on the younger girl's arm.
"We... team." She nodded, more for herself, placing her arm next to hers as if it was proof. Fangyin then followed the girl's gaze onto the gates, and bit her lip, now completely ignoring the two men several arm's reaches away.
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 14, 2014 2:21:19 GMT
It is her party, but Discordia's never had much a sense of showmanship. He resents such an anticlimactic introduction, but at least she's giving him the chance to do things right when she sits back down and glances his way. Messenger grins, stands - he glances over his own champions, who seem a better draw than hers - and then waves a hand.
Zealous applause rings out around the humans, coming from the arena's empty seating as if there were an excited crowd watching. There's cheering, there's fanfare, the lanterns seem to glow brighter and blinding. The gates glimmer in the light, swinging open slowly and smoothly.
Messenger grins, and the invisible crowd goes wild. You can barely hear the snarls past the applause.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 4:33:46 GMT
"Because being your playthings is just what we wanted to do." he snarled at Discordia. Then the other one stood, and waved his hand. The applause was deafening. It rang out from nowhere, the lanterns seemed to burst now. He wanted to go back to bed, this wasn't something he'd signed up for.
But he heard the snarls. They were quiet, lost underneath the thundering applause, but they were there. He'd begun to piece it together, slowly. They were the zealots against the righteous lions; or whatever beasts they'd be pit against. Aeron gave the two of them a harsh look before turning his eyes back to the gate.
Bracers, that's all they had. Well, maybe he'd put all these years of fighting to good use.
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Post by PRIMO COHN on Jan 15, 2014 6:09:40 GMT
Primo didn’t know exactly what was going on, but it seemed fun. The shining gates that momentarily took his eyes away from his precious daughter must have hide something interesting behind them. He wondered what could be on the other side. He tilted his head up to gaze up at the fox woman as she spoke.
“Hm.” He glanced to his partner. “We are supposed to be teammates, huh? You look about as much help as a rabbit against a fox.” Primo mumbled. “I want to be on the same team as my precious daughter.” The man huffed. He knew his daughter could handle herself against most things. She was his daughter.
The other figure moved and suddenly cheering erupted through the empty coliseums at a nearly deafening level. He frowned. How noisy. He ended up missing the beastly snarls hidden beneath the clamor as a result. The gates were opening though, and that was more than enough to catch the man’s attention. What could be hidden beyond them, he wondered. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 2:33:05 GMT
She crosses her arms and pouts. That should be her fanfare. Distraught and upset with the spotlight on someone else, she cuts all the lights and sound. The growling still sounds, and now there is one spotlight from an unknown source pouring over Discordia.
"SO," she starts with an exasperated huff. Discordia's right hand gestures towards the two girls in a flourish. "Manticore." And the left towards the boys. "Nemean lion." She smiles smugly. "If you make it out of here I advise you brush up on your mythology."
The lanterns are relit and the beasts lumber out.
The boys must fight a Nemean lion to the death. It's skin is impenetrable to weapons. The girls must fight a Manticore... which is a scorpion/lion thing and pretty terrifying. Each beast will only go after the two who must fight it.
Their respective deities may help them... if they feel like it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 4:08:42 GMT
Nessa looks at her alleged partner, scrutinizes her as the girl tugs her arm. After a few moments, Nessa decides that the girl is okay... for now. As long as she didn't get in her way.
The applause and cheering catches her by surprise, and she eyes the empty stands. She shrugs to herself, figuring it was no big deal, before she heard the snarls. First she froze, ears straining to hear more, so much so that she nearly missed what her father was saying. "Animals?" She questions, but her curiosity is quelled when the fox-eared woman intervenes.
She certainly didn't start out looking very happy, but by the time the beasts come out, she's smiling, and so is Nessa.
A part of her probably still thinks that it's all a dream, which is why she looks briefly to her partner before back at their monster—the manticore. It looks like a cross between a lion and a scorpion, and certainly not very friendly. Terrifying, even. "I wonder if you can ride it?" She questioned. She's only just the tiniest bit scared, or so she tries to tell herself. "Doesn't look very friendly, though."
She glances from her father to the beast. Sure, she was partly putting on a front because her father was here, but her curiosity was genuine. She takes a few steps towards the beast, impatient enough to dance a few steps of the way. "Here, kitty kitty..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 13:47:48 GMT
The loud roaring of applause did nothing but put Fangyin on edge, so she was more than pleased when it died down, one distraction out of the way of getting out of here.
She eyed the woman with the fox ears with a listless kind of expression. Be it a dream, or reality, Fangyin's instincts did not count for failure. She stayed close to her partner though, now assured some kind of creature was to be killed. With nothing but bare hands, no less.
At first, she was lost as to which animal they were to be facing - until it came their way. A scorpion's tail and the king's head; Fangyin felt her nerves tingle in anticipation. She rather liked animals. But it meant that they were harder to kill.
When she watched the young blonde girl dance over to the creature, Fangyin was tempted to leave her be. It was wasn't her life. But seeing as she had no weapons to speak of and a girl with a strong bravado, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if her partner was kept living.
Footsteps slight, but quick, Fangyin wrapped her arms around her torso, pulling the younger girl back to a respectable distance.
"Not a game." She explained. "For..." She was now nodding at the two orchestrating the event on high, as she tried her best to communicate. "Not us. We... die, or they... die."
Fangyin shook her head, moving beside Nessa now.
"Arrogant... will kill... you." She stuttered, brain barely having the time to splurge out cracked English when she was trying to form a plan.
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