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shifted_logs2010-07-11 12:26 am
realitymods) wrote in shifted_logs2010-07-11 12:26 am
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The Sixth Match
Characters: Narvin, Braxiatel, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The sixth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
There were no Twins to disturb him this time. Weber was alone in his box. The revolver was hidden somewhere in his coat, and he was shuffling a deck of cards that he had taken from the golden case now open on the seat beside him. The last match done, Weber set his cards down and walked up to the hourglass. He had between his fingers one card, XIII: The Traitor.
“No one knows how to open an old wound like an old enemy. And our next two combatants are old. Please welcome Coordinator Narvin and Chancellor—sorry, Irving Braxiatel. May he with the bitterest of hearts win.”
As the sand began its sinking, Weber returned to his place and slipped the Traitor back into the deck.
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The sixth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
There were no Twins to disturb him this time. Weber was alone in his box. The revolver was hidden somewhere in his coat, and he was shuffling a deck of cards that he had taken from the golden case now open on the seat beside him. The last match done, Weber set his cards down and walked up to the hourglass. He had between his fingers one card, XIII: The Traitor.
“No one knows how to open an old wound like an old enemy. And our next two combatants are old. Please welcome Coordinator Narvin and Chancellor—sorry, Irving Braxiatel. May he with the bitterest of hearts win.”
As the sand began its sinking, Weber returned to his place and slipped the Traitor back into the deck.