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destinystrings2013-07-26 09:58 pm
stringmods) wrote in destinystrings2013-07-26 09:58 pm
A Game of Cat and Mouse
It was surely a long and boring day and a half spent in the cages, but finally you're getting to stretch your legs... in the arena, of course.
Without much of a warning, you suddenly find yourself ushered in to a new room, the roaring sounds of cheering demons practically bursting your eardrums with the sheer volume. Looking up, you can see their looming forms seated all around you with no end in sight, as if you were on the field in a large stadium surrounded by seating. However, you seem to be stuck in your own little space, the walls just high enough to prevent any climbing or flying to escape them. Wait... your own space doesn't seem to quite be the right word, as there is someone else stuck in here looking just as confused and overwhelmed as you are.
Ah yes, this was an illegal fighting tournament, wasn't it?
Not a beat later you're dragged into a mental commlink with Q, one of the members of the Seven. Q is gathering all the resources he has available and help is on the way; it just might take a little while yet. Your role is a small but important one: do not succumb to the will of the demons, and do please try to stay alive until your fellow Visitors arrive! He or one of the others in the group will keep you updated as they progress.
So, there it is. You need to stall, to buy time. It might not seem like it sometimes, but demons are pretty simple creatures when you get down to it. As long as they're entertained... well, you could probably stall a fight for as long as needed. Remember, your life and the lives of those stuck in the situation with you depends on it. You don't want this 'fight to the death' to come to its logical conclusion, do you? Q has an entire search team on its way, so hold tight until then.
As the demons continue whoop and cheer, you can hear the sounds of a microphone being adjusted, as if someone is about to speak. The voices begin to quiet down to an excited murmur, and as far as those involved in the tournament are concerned, you could cut the building tension with a knife. After this announcement...it would be time to begin.
(ooc: Welcome to the Arena! Your job is a simple one; keep the crowd interested, and try not to hurt each other too horribly until the cavalry arrives. During your fights, you may find a tag here and there from a demon from the crowd either cheering you on or booing your poor tactics-- sometimes they might even give you some help if you catch their favor. Or maybe they'll throw things at you for being boring, who knows. Be on the look out, and have fun!)
Without much of a warning, you suddenly find yourself ushered in to a new room, the roaring sounds of cheering demons practically bursting your eardrums with the sheer volume. Looking up, you can see their looming forms seated all around you with no end in sight, as if you were on the field in a large stadium surrounded by seating. However, you seem to be stuck in your own little space, the walls just high enough to prevent any climbing or flying to escape them. Wait... your own space doesn't seem to quite be the right word, as there is someone else stuck in here looking just as confused and overwhelmed as you are.
Ah yes, this was an illegal fighting tournament, wasn't it?
Not a beat later you're dragged into a mental commlink with Q, one of the members of the Seven. Q is gathering all the resources he has available and help is on the way; it just might take a little while yet. Your role is a small but important one: do not succumb to the will of the demons, and do please try to stay alive until your fellow Visitors arrive! He or one of the others in the group will keep you updated as they progress.
So, there it is. You need to stall, to buy time. It might not seem like it sometimes, but demons are pretty simple creatures when you get down to it. As long as they're entertained... well, you could probably stall a fight for as long as needed. Remember, your life and the lives of those stuck in the situation with you depends on it. You don't want this 'fight to the death' to come to its logical conclusion, do you? Q has an entire search team on its way, so hold tight until then.
As the demons continue whoop and cheer, you can hear the sounds of a microphone being adjusted, as if someone is about to speak. The voices begin to quiet down to an excited murmur, and as far as those involved in the tournament are concerned, you could cut the building tension with a knife. After this announcement...it would be time to begin.
(ooc: Welcome to the Arena! Your job is a simple one; keep the crowd interested, and try not to hurt each other too horribly until the cavalry arrives. During your fights, you may find a tag here and there from a demon from the crowd either cheering you on or booing your poor tactics-- sometimes they might even give you some help if you catch their favor. Or maybe they'll throw things at you for being boring, who knows. Be on the look out, and have fun!)
Agni - Agilao
[His throat hurts from dirt and screaming, but he still has enough to let out pain reactions, it seems. He fell to his side at Sam's first kick, and if he were more experienced with these things he might be able to tell if there's a cracked rib-- or at the least bruised. Maybe he was over exaggerating.
He-- he didn't have the energy to fight back so actively. The irrational panic, he could feel that ebbing away... the onset of it may have been artificial, but now that the thoughts occurred to him, he couldn't get rid of them. They were still in his gut, and in his head, and-- still panicking. OK, great.
Another grunt-- another wince, and great, now his head hurts even more. Add that to the list. He didn't like being called pathetic. But he can still feel his eyes watering anyway.]
I'm... not-- [His voice was cracking, but whether it was from the second kick or the rest of the aches or his raw throat or just, being plain upset-- he wasn't pathetic damnit-- he didn't have a damn clue.
OK. He had one shot to keep himself from being totally annihilated, he figured. All bets were off. He looked up as far as he could, glaring as much as he could manage.]
I am not!!
[He sprang up, rushing forward to slam his shoulder into Sam's chest as Agni materializes again-- he's jittery, Daichi's exhausted, and they both know it-- but the Persona waves its arms, firing one more Agilao towards Mordiggian as it slithers away.]
Sam - Attack (AND YES THIS IS STILL SAM)
[The Agilao hits its mark, and Mordiggian squirms and shrieks as the fire burns- if it was weak before, it's almost decimated by this point, and it shudders. It won't take much now to destroy it now. But Sam doesn't have time to react, because Daichi slams into him, knocking him over.]
Nngh! YOU-!
[Oh, he's had enough. He really has. If Mordiggian isn't going to make it, then he needs to take it into his own hands. Sam lets out a laugh, slowly getting to his feet. A smile cuts across his face, as sharp as a knife.]
Wow. Nice show. You really are a determined little bug, aren't you?
[He laughs again, but this time, there is something different happening. Sam's skin bubbles, turning dark, while his form shifts and grows with nauseating squelching noises. Already, it's hard to look at him, like staring too hard at the sun, but instead of bright light it's...an incomprehensible mess filled with yellow eyes and mouths and god knows what else.]
[And before Daichi could probably react to such a sight, a tentacle whips out from the mass, curling around Daichi like a hungry boa constrictor.]
[And to make matters worse, a voice, like a parasite worm, slithers through Daichi's brain, and it could only be coming from the creature in front of him.]
You're worthless.
[The tentacle whips back, and throws Daichi roughly across the arena like a doll.]
Agni - Attack
He immediately took that thought back in the next five seconds.
The sounds alone were-- nauseating. He could hardly consciously register the sounds, but they still made him sick to his stomach. Trying to-- concentrate on-- whatever this was, it just gave him a headache and the things were touching him again and they felt wrong and unnerving, and he felt that mortifying feeling of not being able to breath again
Agni was acting on his own now, for as long as he could stay around. It was an automatic action; the Persona rushed towards Mordiggian again, swinging its hands to punch and hit as much as it could.
Daichi doesn't even have enough breath or energy in him to scream again, only able to process the tentacle letting him go and the shock of his body crashing roughly into the ground again.
The back part of his brain told him to keep trying-- get back up, but the conscious part of it could barely even process trying to move his hand, or even stay awake.
He wasn't dead at least, but it's up in the air whether it was a good thing for him to drop unconscious at this point.]