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shifted_logs2010-07-07 12:45 pm
realitymods) wrote in shifted_logs2010-07-07 12:45 pm
The First Match
Characters: Robespierre, Oliver Day, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after Weber's announcement.
Summary: The first of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
Dressed as before, the man in the cravat stepped up to the edge of the Emperor's box. He held his smile, eyes scanning the audience and the combatants below him.
"Welcome to the first of too many fights. To start us off, Maximilien Robespierre and Oliver Day will engage in mortal combat, without the health bars. They have until the hourglass runs out to kill each other."
The man picked up the hourglass and turned it over so the sand was at the top. It held perfectly still despite gravity, waiting for its cue.
"It isn't a fair fight, but I think you've all realized by now: we don't fight fair." The man clasped his hands together. "Let the fights begin."
And the first grain of sand fell.
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after Weber's announcement.
Summary: The first of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
Dressed as before, the man in the cravat stepped up to the edge of the Emperor's box. He held his smile, eyes scanning the audience and the combatants below him.
"Welcome to the first of too many fights. To start us off, Maximilien Robespierre and Oliver Day will engage in mortal combat, without the health bars. They have until the hourglass runs out to kill each other."
The man picked up the hourglass and turned it over so the sand was at the top. It held perfectly still despite gravity, waiting for its cue.
"It isn't a fair fight, but I think you've all realized by now: we don't fight fair." The man clasped his hands together. "Let the fights begin."
And the first grain of sand fell.
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When the numbness came over him, it was alarming in its unexpectedness. He would have cried out then, but no sound escaped him. He wished, for an instant, that he'd kept his eyes open, wanting, irrationally, to understand what was being done to him. Was the shield still hiding this? Did his friends know? Had he died already? It was too late now to find out. He hadn't wanted to show his fear, but it was beginning to consume him. He didn't want this. He didn't want to die! There were so many people--so many things--and he didn't know what was happening! He couldn't feel anything--didn't know when it would end or if it would hurt. It was terrifying, and he wanted it to stop. He wanted--
And then his thoughts, too, ended.