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I'm Waking Up [.plot-zwei.]
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Post by Tempest on Oct 28, 2013 20:51:19 GMT -5
A voice rings down from the stands- Renata has been watching them enter. Along with a good crowd of seedy-looking individuals with coarse tongues and manners.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," she shouts above the excited roar, "Your main attraction for the evening- a tandem fight between these two Gifted boys and our mystery contestants!" She gestures at a place opposite Dion and Miller in the arena. A door, hitherto hidden, slides open and a couple of individuals with wild eyes burst into the light.
They halt, blinking up at the ceiling, clearly having difficulties adjusting to the brightness of the room.
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Post by Redgrim on Oct 28, 2013 22:05:14 GMT -5
Miller had a similar problem to the lights in the room as the so called ‘mystery contestants’. The light bother him, but he had to ignore it in order to pay attention to what was going on. His head timidly shrunk when he saw them, brainwash or not he was still a coward. His eyes darted from his current ‘ally’ and then to his mistress which struck his confidence to at least act a bit more aggressively. His chest raised to express his dominance and he readied his sword. ‘It’s either live or die’ his internal voice warned him.
In an attempt to impress his mistress, he glared over to the other man and hissed loudly “they’re mine, got it?!” quickly afterwards he sprung at his opponents. The training he had a long time back was near completely lost on him since he hadn’t practiced any of his techniques since then and he tried all he could to forget such abrasive ways of fighting. Regardless, he prepared his blade for a large swoop at the opposition and released when he was within range of them.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Nov 2, 2013 1:35:46 GMT -5
Hearing Miller speak to him in a threatening manner, Dion stepped back as if to move for his exit - but the exit had disappeared on him. Instead the young man looked around at all the people looking back at him, growing more and more discomforted by the moment. Bringing his attention back to the people coming out from the other side, a sudden sick sensation started to boil up in his stomach. Were they expecting him to... kill?
Swallowing loudly, Dion nodded at Miller and backed up against the nearest wall - feeling the hair on his skin start to grow. Whether or not he was starting to shift from fear, or the need to protect himself - Dion started to feel a shift into his bear form that he couldn't control. Slowly and in an almost grotesque manner, Dion's limbs started to adjust themselves to their new form. What resulted was a grizzly bear, almost triple the size of a normal human with golden colored fur.
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Post by Tempest on Nov 8, 2013 22:34:59 GMT -5
One of the two individuals loses an arm immediately to Miller's blade. He looks down at it in blank confusion. The blood doesn't spurt for long- the wound knits together and stops bleeding in seconds.
He's already stopped looking. He rushes at Miller again with redoubled effort and maximized, superhuman strength.
The other opponent manages to dodge Miller's attack. He continues rushing, aiming his attack at Dion. He has a spear, which he attempts to stab Dion with.
|| You guys can take control of the opponents. They're NPCs- and the type of NPCs that I don't need to control all of the time. ||
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Post by Redgrim on Nov 11, 2013 22:35:23 GMT -5
The smirk on Miller’s face suggested his delight in slicing his opponent’s arm off, making the two of them evenly matched in that regard. Though the nervousness in his eyes suggested otherwise. The one arm foe was quick to rush Miller after his strike, though he was able to block the impact with the blunt side of his sword. It, however, destabilized the brainwashed pacifist to the point his enemy could easily exploit his vulnerability by swiftly punching his gut. Miller wheezed from the blow and gasped for air for a second or two before he backhanded the fiend with his broad blade.
The fight carried on for a good couple of minutes, with Miller and the being exchanging the best shots they could at each other. The range of Miller’s overall injuries could have been worse if he hadn’t used his defensive power tactic against his unsuspecting foe. Though, he ended up with a slightly swollen eye and a barrage of bruises on his torso from a wide range of body shots he’d taken during the fight. In the end the victor was Miller after he staked his enemy straight through the torso after cornering him. To display his victory, Miller lifted his sword with the lifeless body as decoration. The crowd roared at the display.
Miller’s glorious victory was short lived as he was quickly brought back to his cell. He’d never had a crowd cheer for him like that before, it was an exhilarating experience and felt almost as good as the feeling of knowing his mistress would be proud of him. He paced back to his cell quietly as he was caught in the wonderment, even though there was a small feeling of guilt scratching at the back of his mind.
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Post by Tempest on Nov 28, 2013 17:30:12 GMT -5
Ansleigh's body is waiting for Dion in his cell when the fight is over, lying in the dingy cot in the corner. A bandage is placed over a needle mark in her arm.
Food also awaits Miller and Dion- meager fare, but edible and relatively fresh. One treat has been offered for their good work: twinkies, still in their plastic wrapping, could be found in each cell.
Lights are out.
Perpetual sound of despair from elsewhere in Hell.
Occasionally, the echo of a crowd roaring off in the distance leaks through.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 22:07:46 GMT -5
Confusion.
Ansleigh's eyes slowly drooped themselves open, seeing nothing but the same kind of darkness she had left behind. She blinked several times, trying to regain her bearings on where she was, slowly realizing that she was in a cage. One that was built for nothing more than animals, her eyes peered through the dim light that she could now see, materialized in front of the bars.
Shock.
"What...Where..." Her voice was quiet, shaky, and very groggy. Ansleigh's jaw slowly dropped, her voice now catching in her throat at the final realization that for now, she was nothing but a prisoner. Her eyes shut tightly, then opened, trying to pull herself out of what she would beg for to be a dream. But the more she tried, the closer she came to breaking down.
Rage.
Ansleigh stood up and ran to the bars, head winding left and right, trying to catch glimpse of some sort of salvation. Her face twisted for a scowl and she stepped back, swinging for the rafters. With every movement she made, a stream of flame would translate to the air in front of her, she yelled unintelligibly, eyes wide and wild, slowly tiring herself out. Her face twisted into a look of sadness, tears welled up into her eyes.
Despair.
Ansleigh allowed herself to stumble backwards against the wall, her legs crumbling beneath her. Tears spilled from her eyes and she began to sob. Her breath came in quick, short breaths. Her auburn hair plastering to her face wherever her tears fell, mascara running out of her eyes. She pulled her knees to her chest and curled on the ground, eyes shutting tightly. Her body shook and shuttered with her breathing, her voice soon tiring out to short gasps and whines.
Then she heard the cheers.
Faint they were, few and far between. But hearing them, her despair grew. She heard they were the reason she was here, she thought. There was something happening that she would do to help in ones amusement. Her body stopped shaking, her sounds stopped. She lied and awaited what was coming.
Ansleigh was waiting for the end to come, she didn't know when, or how it would happen. But she feared for it, closed her eyes, and waited for it.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Nov 30, 2013 0:29:48 GMT -5
Dion found himself in a strange haze as he padded back to his cell, his bear form looking almost dull and lifeless. It was hard to even tell if Dion was a bear or a human, with how empty his expression seemed to be. His fur was covered in blood that was not his own, the only bodily fluid that seemed to belong to him was leaking out of a a deep wound in his side. Dion didn't appear to notice it, swallowing and suddenly becoming familiar with the metallic taste of blood once more.
Seeing Ansleigh in his own cell, Dion's expression on his bloodied animal form seemed confused. His attention went from the girl though to the food waiting for him. Wishing to get rid of the taste of other people's blood in his mouth, Dion quickly went over to the food and started eating it in a sloppy manner. He tore at the plastic on the twinkies with his paws awkwardly, the manner seeming more humanistic the more and more he ate.
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Post by Redgrim on Nov 30, 2013 1:17:39 GMT -5
Miller glanced over at the gory bear’s cage for a second or two noticing the other body in his cell. He quirked his head slightly with some form of curiosity. There wasn’t a person waiting in his cell, perhaps his mistress was in short supply of cages. His train of thought quickly crashed when he noticed the food in his cage. No matter how less appetizing it would seem to him in most circumstances, it was the largest meal he’d seen in a while.
After chowing down a good majority of what he was given, his heart melted at the sight of the treat provided to him. He wasn’t sure if it was a gift straight from his mistress or someone else entirely, but he felt privileged. That is of course until he noticed his ally in arms had received the same treat. He glared in jealously and ate his twinkie regardless of its significance. His mind began to wander, unsure of what was to be next for him. Whatever it was, he was eager to do it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 22:02:42 GMT -5
Ansleigh's jaw drop at the sight of a full sized bear taking place in the cell she had been placed in, her form quickly scrambling backwards against the wall, eyes wide and afraid. Though, she couldn't help but figure out that the bear was indeed a shape-changer by the way he had been eating up to this point, her head slowly tilting to the right. She quietly, and very, very slowly made her way up to her feet, moving to the edge of the cell, eyes searching the outside again, this time catching sight of Miller. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. That was somebody who she had definitely seen around the school.
"Wh-Wh-What are you doing here? Why are you...Covered in..So much..."
At this point, she had lost focus on the bear and payed much more attention to the blood, a short cry came from her as she noticed the gore that covered bodies of both of the people inside of the cell-block with her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her knees turned to jelly, and she dropped to the ground. Outcold. The amount of stress being put on her at the time was so great that it was probably no surprise that she simply crumbled up like she had been punched in the stomach. Her body, which had been crumbled upon the ground soon curled up tightly, entering the fetal position.
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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart - I am, I am, I am. |
Thunder Goddess
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Post by Seren on Jan 16, 2014 3:51:07 GMT -5
Dion paid no attention to Ansleigh as he continued to eat the twinkies laid out for him the best he could. As he finally finished up, it took a few extra minutes but the young man eventually shifted back into his human form. It was only when he was in human form that he finally noticed the girl in the same cell as him, a sense of dread falling over his being. Was he going to have to fight her next? It seemed to him that the cruelty had no end.
Noticing as well that he was naked, Dion slowly found some random dirty piece of clothe of what used to be his clothes to cover himself up. He felt weak and guilty, unlike the Miller who appeared to be proud of himself. Feeling the exhaustion drift over him the young man slowly started to fade off into sleep.
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Post by Redgrim on Jan 16, 2014 19:32:06 GMT -5
Miller continued to scarf down his provided meal showing little regard toward the action he had delved into earlier. A slight bit of the gore from the battle slipped into his food, but given the lack of substance he was provided he wasn’t going to be very picky of what was edible and what wasn’t. Living mostly in a cell for many years prior, he was quick to adapt to rationalizing his food sources so placed his tray elsewhere hiding it under whatever he could find in his cell by impulse more than independent thought.
His ears rung as he heard the body on his cellmate’s floor address him. He could spot the girl’s face with relative ease before she dropped. For some reason she could identify him better than the were-bear, but Miller didn’t recognise her face. It irked him quite a bit since he was generally good at identifying faces and if he had met the woman before he would remember even in the slightest. Perhaps, she was seeking out the one who looked more human to get some answers and oddly enough Miller was that person this time around.
Before Miller could go into more thought about it, Alex had somehow emerged from the darkness without him noticing. “The mistress wants to see you” he commanded. With a simple nod in return, Miller rose up to a more proper stance and followed the water bender out.
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Post by Tempest on Jan 24, 2014 20:38:34 GMT -5
OOC: Due to inactivity, we're going to retcon this after the fact. Just send me a PM if you have questions or specific requests. I will be setting up the closing threads for the plot here shortly and I will PM you with where your characters will be when the end is here.
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