I'll let you go I'll set you free [CLOSED]
Who: Envy (virulentfacade), Hohenheim (wheresmyhouse), and later Genkaku (prayforprey)
What: Hohenheim and Envy are set against each other in the Holosseum.
When: Forward-dating it to sometime this weekend.
Where: Holosseum!
Warnings: BLOOD. from Envy. all of it.
A monster's eyes roamed over the closed fist he'd raised. It was a hand that had seen it's fair share of fighting over the last week and a half. It had killed plenty and helped him avoid death. It would be two weeks in another few days. After that, it would be three, and then a month. As far as Envy knew, no one had yet to determine a proper plan to get the fuck out of here. Though that hardly meant that Envy had stopped trying--no matter how futile his efforts continued to be, he continued to try to find a weakness in every forcefield he came into contact with. They'd get out. They had to get out.
Gates raised again and that fist dropped to Envy's side when he stepped into the arena for the hundredth fucking time. This was getting tiresome and irritating. The crowd never seemed to tire of it the way he and others had. That fucking audience didn't care whether the fighters were here by their own choice or not. They were there to watch the animals tear at throats until someone drowned in their own blood.
They were disgusting.
Didn't they know watching humans tear each other apart was the right thing to do?
With a silent snarl he slammed his foot into a piece of broken wood on the ground. It went flying a handful of feet before clattering down to come at a rest again. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. How many fucking fights he had to do. And how long could he keep regenerating? Other fights, like the one with that plague boy, had taken a decent toll on him. Without his constant supply of stones he could only replenish himself for so long. Already he'd used the few stones he'd had hidden in the folds of his clothing. It was a thought that worried him, and one he tried not to think of.
What: Hohenheim and Envy are set against each other in the Holosseum.
When: Forward-dating it to sometime this weekend.
Where: Holosseum!
Warnings: BLOOD. from Envy. all of it.
A monster's eyes roamed over the closed fist he'd raised. It was a hand that had seen it's fair share of fighting over the last week and a half. It had killed plenty and helped him avoid death. It would be two weeks in another few days. After that, it would be three, and then a month. As far as Envy knew, no one had yet to determine a proper plan to get the fuck out of here. Though that hardly meant that Envy had stopped trying--no matter how futile his efforts continued to be, he continued to try to find a weakness in every forcefield he came into contact with. They'd get out. They had to get out.
Gates raised again and that fist dropped to Envy's side when he stepped into the arena for the hundredth fucking time. This was getting tiresome and irritating. The crowd never seemed to tire of it the way he and others had. That fucking audience didn't care whether the fighters were here by their own choice or not. They were there to watch the animals tear at throats until someone drowned in their own blood.
They were disgusting.
Didn't they know watching humans tear each other apart was the right thing to do?
With a silent snarl he slammed his foot into a piece of broken wood on the ground. It went flying a handful of feet before clattering down to come at a rest again. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. How many fucking fights he had to do. And how long could he keep regenerating? Other fights, like the one with that plague boy, had taken a decent toll on him. Without his constant supply of stones he could only replenish himself for so long. Already he'd used the few stones he'd had hidden in the folds of his clothing. It was a thought that worried him, and one he tried not to think of.