The First Match

[realitymods]

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.

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[forever-noble.livejournal.com]

A row or two behind the TARDIS sat a sickened Donna Noble, a hand over her mouth. Of course, she had no idea it was the TARDIS at all, nor was she really acknowledging anyone around her. Her eyes were fixed on the area where the barrier had been and gone. Two people she'd sort of become friends with--or at least she thought she could be friends with in Robespierre's case--and they were forced to fight? Just like that? What sort of place was the Plane becoming?

"He's...he's just gone?" she asked softly out loud, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. "But there's no..." she trailed off, unable to say 'blood'. Her stomach churned at the thought. "He can't be. He can't!"

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The woman's cries brought the TARDIS out of her thoughts and she turned to see Donna Noble. It had been some time since she'd last seen the woman on the Plane -- far too long, truly -- and she turned to face the Doctor's future companion, expression still drawn, eyes burning with dark anger.

"Denying the truth of it will not bring him back, Donna Noble," the ship said cooly, glancing back at the now-empty arena. Nothing moved; she hadn't thought anything would, but even then, the tiniest part of her mind had somehow expected the impossible to occur. "It would seem there was truth in our host's words after all."

A truth she fully expected to exact retribution for.