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shifted_logs2010-07-19 03:27 pm
realitymods) wrote in shifted_logs2010-07-19 03:27 pm
The Thirteenth Match
Characters: Cally, Ai, Spectators
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The thirteenth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
Those who had visited the king and the liar would know by now that arguments and banter were their main method of communication. But this argument was different. As they rose from their seats, their voices lifted too, until the argument rang out loud and clear.
And for once, the king argued for life.
“—but a child, not meant for battle or for death.”
A cold laugh from the liar. “And all the others were? Why must your conscience guide you only at the worst of times?”
“This is unthinkable cruelty. Have they not wits enough to end this by now?”
“Evidently not. I know thinking isn't your strong suit, but remember what is at stake here. We cannot afford forfeit, not this game, and we haven't time to argue. We have to start the fight.”
“I will not allow this.”
“Then this is for both our sakes.” The liar fired two bullets into the king's chest, and in the moment of the king's staggering, the liar drew the king's sword from its hilt and severed the king's head from his neck.
Mercury was everywhere.
In distaste, the liar discarded the sword. He walked up to the hourglass as if he had not noticed the silver blood splattered all over him. When he smiled, he smiled as if he had not just beheaded a man. And he spoke as if he did not announce something terrible. “Callindora Alynn. Ai Haibara. I'm so sorry.”
The hourglass started counting out the seconds, and the liar knelt by his king's side, sorting through his deck of cards.
Location: The Coliseum.
Time: Two days after the last fights.
Summary: The thirteenth of the death matches.
Warnings: Character death warning.
Those who had visited the king and the liar would know by now that arguments and banter were their main method of communication. But this argument was different. As they rose from their seats, their voices lifted too, until the argument rang out loud and clear.
And for once, the king argued for life.
“—but a child, not meant for battle or for death.”
A cold laugh from the liar. “And all the others were? Why must your conscience guide you only at the worst of times?”
“This is unthinkable cruelty. Have they not wits enough to end this by now?”
“Evidently not. I know thinking isn't your strong suit, but remember what is at stake here. We cannot afford forfeit, not this game, and we haven't time to argue. We have to start the fight.”
“I will not allow this.”
“Then this is for both our sakes.” The liar fired two bullets into the king's chest, and in the moment of the king's staggering, the liar drew the king's sword from its hilt and severed the king's head from his neck.
Mercury was everywhere.
In distaste, the liar discarded the sword. He walked up to the hourglass as if he had not noticed the silver blood splattered all over him. When he smiled, he smiled as if he had not just beheaded a man. And he spoke as if he did not announce something terrible. “Callindora Alynn. Ai Haibara. I'm so sorry.”
The hourglass started counting out the seconds, and the liar knelt by his king's side, sorting through his deck of cards.
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He knew them both to an extent. They were friends of his Creator. He also knew this would upset his Creator and hoped that he would not come to this match. While Argentine was still groping blindly in the darkness of emotions, he knew enough that this would be horrible on his Creator. Satoshi. Argentine idly considered giving him a hug after this match. Both Rose and Cally seemed to support them.
For now, however, he was content to watch, face blank as the two discussed the possibilities before them. More emotions he didn't quite understand, such distress and sacrifice. Yet he felt an ache inside of him that was unexplainable at realising one - or possibly both - would soon lay broken in the dirt.