Conquestum Paradisi

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Conquestum Paradisi

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What: Closing Arena Ceremonies, Part 2
Where: Aries Arena & Televised
Summary: 1/24/10AC
Warnings: This could get serious...but who knows.

Finally it was time for the mayor, Kazuki Sakahagi, to speak up. Not even an thirty minutes left to the celebrations, but seeing him go appeared to be lighting up a spark in the citizens. It wasn't too hard to see why; his enthusiastic grin and way of walking could easily melt anyone's worry away.

He walked to the center stage as cheering broke out, two men in black and Junko Tanako behind him.

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[camoflage]

"You got it, sister." Even though his face was covered, you could just feel the smug grin radiating from his face.

Histuji had the firebird plenty occupied, so Locke wouldn't see any reprise like that. Spades turned and swung his legs around, kicking Locke square in the back with the full fore of a roundhouse kick.

The next word out of his mouth are laced with all the poison you'd expect from a man who'd just murdered in cold blood.

"In fact, holding back would be cowardice."

[kings_thief]

He moved the moment he saw the concrete but it still sliced up his cheek and arm. To make matters worse, he moved in the wrong direction. The kick landed and sent him sprawling forward, rolling to a stop a few feet away.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go...this was supposed to be different. Kefka's maniacal grin as he'd burned the treasure hunter alive, that faceless creature with it's tentacle arms showing Locke exactly how weak he truly was, the feeling of that clawed hand tearing through his stomach...those were his failures. All that time he'd spent in Bete was supposed to have made him stronger than that!

Locke coughed, trying to regain his breath enough for one more spell, this was his last shot. He pulled himself upright and raised a hand, unleashing one of the strongest spells he had. Holy illuminated the area as pure white light burst towards it's target.

But that was it for Locke, the spell took too much out of him and his arm couldn't hold his weight anymore. Phoenix dissipated along with the treasure hunter's strength, leaving him defenseless. Holy was his only shot.

[hinoto_npcs]

As soon as the creature disappears, she immediately turns to see how her partner in crime was faring. Eyes widening, her arm shoots out to encompass Spades with glowing light, pulling him into the air and away to the side to try and avoid having the attack connect. While she doubted it would be strong enough to leave any bad damage, she still didn't want him to get hurt if she could help it. She herself lands to the ground, aiming a kick to Locke's side with a small growl.

"Hey!"

[camoflage]

Spades leaned with the momentum to avoid the attack through an arm up to cover his face-- though that was likely half out of reflex from the blinding light.

He wasn't able to avoid all the damage, but outwardly, it seemed all that had accomplished was singing his coat.

When the attack dissipated, he joined Hitsuji on the ground. "Looks like he's down for the count," He commented, kneeling down next to Locke and lifting him up by the pack of his shirt.

"Dirty tricks? Now who's the coward?"

[kings_thief]

Locke barely acknowledged the kick besides curling in on himself- though he vaguely feared for the state of his ribs.

He winced when the man pulled him up and he did his best to send as scathing a glare as he could.

"Sometimes you have to be tricky...to beat a trickster.." In a futile attempt to try and land an actual hit, Locke brought his fist up and aimed to punch right in the asshole's jaw. He wasn't brawny like Sabin or Edgar, but he wasn't just going to give up, not while he could still move.

[hinoto_npcs]

Hitsuji grabs his fist as it comes flying, a rather weak blow after all the energy Locke had just wasted fighting them but still sending her back a few steps with the momentum. She twists his arm with no remorse, bringing it around to his back with a heavy grip. If she pops it out of its socket or perhaps even breaks a bone with her merciless grip, she could really care less.

[camoflage]

Spades lets out a chuckle of amusement, though it's far too malevolent for normal, civil conversation. He releases his grip on the back of Locke's shirt and stood up, since Hitsuji seemed to have a pretty firm hold on the situation.

"Pop his arm and let's get outta here; he's not gonna be followin'."

[kings_thief]

Locke tried to struggle, but her grip was strong and he barely had enough strength to sit up, much less shake her off.
This was really going to hurt...but he didn't regret trying.

"If you're gonna do it just get on with it." He grit his teeth and closed his eyes.

[hinoto_npcs]

"Pleased to."

She digs one heel into the small of his back for support and tugs hard on his arm, expression glowing with sick glee at the gross popping sound it produces. Hitsuji shoves him forward hard when she's done, not caring where he lands.

"Lead the way!"

[camoflage]

"Glad to see you're cooperative at least!" He said almost cheerfully, with a small chuckle to match.

"Nice meetin' ya, Captain." He brought two fingers to the side of his forehead in a half-salute, half-waving the near-crippled man goodbye. With a quick wave of his hand he motioned for Hitsuji to follow, and picked up his feet as he ran off.

[kings_thief]

Locke tried to keep from making a sound, hoping the fact he knew it was coming would help, but he wasn't able to keep from crying out. It felt like someone had shoved broken glass into his shoulder and he barely even recognized that he'd been thrown to the ground except for the increase in pain.

Even after they were gone, their voices still rung in his mind, taunting him and the fact he'd failed again. Desperately, he wanted to chase after them...but he could barely sit up between the pain and exhaustion, much less walk. He'd completely screwed up.

[booyaka_boom]

Really, she had no idea of how long she'd been going. Just keeping going, that's what Selphie was good at. She'd been running through all the commotion, stopping to offer help and healing whenever needed. But she wasn't free from injury either, her face, arms, and legs covered in scratches, and she knew her body would soon develop bruises.

Right now, Selphie was far from thinking about herself. Just ahead of her she spotted a collapsed body shape but, as she got closer, it looked more and more like Locke, and she rushed herself over to the shape, just wanting to see it move or, better still, prove to be someone else.

[kings_thief]

After laying there for what felt like forever, his frustration outweighed his exhaustion and he started to push himself up with his good arm. Every movement felt like another shard of glass being shoved into his shoulder, but he finally got to his knees.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and turned his face to see Selphie, rushing towards him, scratched and clearly still fighting. It sent both relief and a pang of guilt through him; where was his strength in the face of hers? He'd hoped she wouldn't see him like this.

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie fell upon him in an instant, wanting just to squeeze him tight in her arms, but he just looked so broken. Selphie shook as she kneeled beside him, her eyes travelling all over his body, registering so much pain on him. “Oh Locke...“

Carefully her wide eyes met his, tears rapidly forming there. “Where are you hurt most...? Lie down, I‘ll help you.“ She couldn‘t look at him anymore, not if she had to keep calm to heal him.

[kings_thief]

He still couldn't look at her. He focused on her arm closest to him and concentrated hard to pull together what he'd regained since that Holy spell. A faint, green, light cast from his hand to her arm, but it faded after healing only a few of the scratches.

"They dislocated my shoulder. Ribs might be cracked." He didn't really know, all he knew was that everything hurt and he wanted to comfort the woman beside him.

He reached up to brush her cheek, only glancing at her to do so. "Hey...don't cry. No need for that." His body would heal.

[booyaka_boom]

"Locke...Don't you dare." Selphie only glanced at his face quickly, her voice hushed. Of course, she meant the small spell - he didn't have the energy for it. Fortunately, she did.

First things first though. "Okay, I'm going to pop your shoulder back. It will hurt, but I'll heal you up straight away." Gently, she moved her hands up his arm to his shoulder, then she held down firmly. "Ready?"

Selphie shut her eyes tightly as he touched her cheek, still finding it impossible to look at him. Maybe he would heal, but for now all Selphie saw was the blood and the pain.

[kings_thief]

"Yeah...Okay" Locke put his hand back on his leg and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to cry out this time, not if he could help it. It was going to hurt, yeah, but he didn't want Selphie to feel bad by helping him.

"Just do it quick."

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie had to move a hand up through his sleeve, and another gently into the collar of his shirt so that her fingers could feel where the bone was, and where it should be. "Okay. One, two, three."

The shoulder popped back into place and, true to her word, the moment that it did, Selphie cast a cura spell. Still avoiding his face, she looked over him for the next place she should attend to, "Are you bleeding anywhere...?"

[kings_thief]

Thankfully, he did stay silent, only gasping as the 'broken glass' seemed to burst in his shoulder and then travel down his arm. But the cure spell chased the pain away and he sighed in relief.

At her question he tensed and shook his head, tucking his gashed and torn arm from where the concrete had hit it out of sight. "Don't waste your energy on me, Selph. Why don't you fix up those scratches instead?"

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie closed her eyes and took a deep breath - she really had to keep it together. She wanted to ask so many questions, and thoughts of revenge were forming in her mind already. But then...came the feeling that it was something she had done before. Now wasn't the time for talking, and she shook her head.

"They're just scratches. Look at you, you're a mess. I've got to get you to a hospital, or something." Just in case there was something she couldn't fix. And she hadn't noticed that arm yet either.

[kings_thief]

His first thought was to say no. But what good was he here? He'd failed in his attack -badly- and, if he stayed here...what if he failed again and someone other than him got hurt for it? Maybe he was better off gone. Besides, i Selphie took him somewhere, anywhere but here, that would mean she was out of this too.

That decided it. He nodded and slowly got to his feet, head pounding with the greater movement."Let's get out of here."

[booyaka_boom]

When he started moving, Selphie moved closer, holding out an arm just in case he needed something to hold on to, which she guessed that he might, even if he was too proud to show it. "Good."

But that was when she noticed his arm, the one he had hidden, and for the second time since finding him Selphie actually looked him in the face. "You make me so mad sometimes!" She looked a mixture of angry and upset, grabbing his arm, and likely hurting it ever so slightly, to get a closer look.

[kings_thief]

He winced when she grabbed his arm, but didn't say anything immediately. He knew she was going to be upset, but he'd been hoping to get her out of here before she noticed it.

"Don't worry about it, it was just some concrete. Let's get out of here and then you can yell at me, okay? I don't want you to get more hurt."

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie lowered her eyes, swallowing hard as she pushed up his tattered sleeve to reveal the damage to his arm. She couldn't help it now, feeling her throat stick and her eyes welling up. Don't cry, Selphie, don't cry.

She was holding off for now, but her voice came out as a dry croak, "No...way. I'll...yell at you...right here." Selphie rested a hand gently over the worst wound, closing her eyes as she cast another spell. It wouldn't be perfect, but it would at least close the wound and ease the pain.

[kings_thief]

Her voice made him feel guilty and sad and, as soon as the wounds had closed enough to be less painful, he jerked his arm away and used the other to pull her against him in a hug. His ribs protested the new pressure but he didn't care, he just didn't want to her to be that upset, not over him.

"Don't cry, Selph. It's okay."