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]

He would've whistled from being impressed, but unfortunately the tight-fitting balaclava made that a little hard. So instead he just kept looking at it curiously. "Not bad."

--Wait? What was that? He kept the camera firmly in his grip, though lowered it a bit and looked around again.

"You hear something?

[hinoto_ri]

No. No they didn't hear anything. Especially not the sound of clothing dragging along the floor as the intrepid reporter makes his escape, inchworm-style.

All he needs is an hour of squirming until he'll be out of their range; this will be a cinch.

[hinoto_npcs]

"...I think it came from the stands."

She peers around a little, trying to locate the source. Was that... someone squirming about over there?

[camoflage]

No no, he's definitely sure he's heard something.

Spades continues to look around, and flipped the knife right back out in case it was another attempt at an ambush. On Hitsuji's prompting, he teleported out to the stands, standing a few bleachers away to notice...some...one, itching around on the ground.

What the hell?

"Hey!"

[hinoto_ri]

Spades and Hitsuji are clearly delusional off the bloodlust high sustained from their mad killing spree. What they see on the ground is obviously another dead body amongst the many located in the stands.

The dead body takes a moment to loll its tongue out of its mouth and emit some froth for maximum effect. This would probably have worked better if he had done it before Spades walked up next to him.

[hinoto_npcs]

Quirking up an eyebrow, she comes to stand beside Spades, placing her hands on her hips.

"You're not dead, dude. I'd know if you were dead."

And to try playing dead after they noticed you...?

[camoflage]

"Who the hell'd go and kill a reporter anyway?!"

....

"OK I know that in normal circumstances that would be obvious, but still."

Spades hopped over a few more seats and grabbed the back of the reporter's jacket with his free hand, hoisting him up and off of his lying position on the ground. "Seriously though, you can go now."

[hinoto_ri]

"......"

The reporter stares dumbly at Spades as he is dragged to his feet, his breath coming in staggering gasps. His eyes are wide with fear, and his lips are mouthing inaudible words. It seems he is trying to say something.

"......Do......."

A heavy swallow.

"Y-You..." Gasp gasp...

"doyouhaveanythingtosayfortheaudience"

Impressively suicidally he is holding a mic in a trembling hand.

[hinoto_npcs]

"Uh..."

Hitsuji looks up at Spades with a puzzled look, deferring to his judgement on whether or not to say anything to this... really ballsy reporter...

[camoflage]

For a moment, it seems like Spades is just silently scrutinizing him from under his mask. If his face were visible, it would probably have something of a very "what the hell?" expression.

And then, when he's looking at the mic, he just...starts laughing.

Not even an evil super villain laugh, more like the kind like he just heard a really good joke.

"Hahah-- Oh man, I like you! You got guts, I'll give you that." He pointed at the reporter with his free hand, as he gave a happy chuckle and dropped the reporter back on his feet in front of him.

"Just learn to keep your numbers straight-- alright? That's all I got to say."

[hinoto_ri]

He hasn't the least idea what this is supposed to mean, partially because his attention is largely focused on the fact that his knees seem to have melted into goo. The reporter nods blankly at Spades's advice and tries not to sag too much into the floor as he is set on the ground.

Once he's a few yards away, he picks up enough steam to break into a stumble-run.

Behind Hitsuji and Spades, the defunct camera comes back to life in a whir of gears and a flash of light and chases after its owner. Exit scene left.

He had better win the freaking Pulitzer Prize or something for this.