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Night 57: The Coliseum

Jul 14, 2011 22:53

Touching the sandy grounds of the coliseum was a catalyst, and the progression of day did not mean the end of the process. By fortune or otherwise, this group's efforts were not allowed to halt simply due to the rising sun. Therefore, when nighttime was pronounced, those who had undergone the beginnings of an incomplete trial were pulled from their ( Read more... )

s.t., sakura, scott pilgrim, depth charge, nigredo, two-face, castiel, erika, sync, indiana jones, trickster, sai, sasuke, haruno sakura, aidou, peter parker, brook

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WEST SEATS toxicspiderman July 27 2011, 12:54:39 UTC

[from here]

This hemoglobin-fueled transportation trick was old news. S.T. came to with his head under a bleacher, staring at a pair of boots. It had been a long time since that had happened, since these days Fenway beer was advertising and community networking. He dragged himself up onto the seat and looked around.

Two stands, big round field ground down to mud and painted-on white lines, and a referee's booth full of grinning lunatic. Which sadistic bastard didn't matter.

S.T. settled onto the seat and pulled out a bag of pretzels. He could play along.

Early in the 21st century, improvements in data transfer and computing technology would vie to replace the grand tradition of editorial cartoons, graffiti, and interpersonal contact, with the transmission of video captures backhoed out of their original ditch and flung into the air of cyberspace.

The grand-daddy of all of these made an entirely apt representation of S.T.'s face.

( ... )

dshadj LOL scalyfishman July 27 2011, 17:23:38 UTC

Impatience, meanwhile, drove Depth Charge up on his feet before his processor had a chance to catch up with his body and its new location, leaving him to scramble and then stumble like a drunk against the seats before he found himself hanging over and staring down at the vast expanse of ground below, willing his processors to focus, focus- on red and blue and mesh. Spider-Man? And Indy, too, he realised a moment later, though he was further away ( ... )

toxicspiderman July 29 2011, 01:45:15 UTC

"Last time I checked, I didn't have any fucking super-powers." Neither did Indiana Jones, but he was Henry "Indiana" Jones, Junior. Spielberg's tinsel and Harrison Ford's jawline could only go so far, but it was a hell of a lot further than S.T.'s scruffy mug and gimp knee. If he jumped down from here he wouldn't be standing up this week. That was with the accelerated healing.

He did throw a pretzel at Aguilar, as General Social Darwinism started up the propaganda bellows and gave his opening fortune-cookie pronouncement. Landel had probably left a stack of them in the office. When in doubt, pretend to know more than your opponent. Lucky Numbers: 32 4 7 13.It clattered off the force field and slid downwards, just as Scott did the same thing. "Looks like they got tired of cleaning shit off the field." He put out a hand and touched the shield. He'd heard about the one Landel had used. Same thing, most likely, and Aguilar would have the best on on his private box ( ... )

scalyfishman July 29 2011, 08:26:14 UTC

"That doesn't matter," Depth Charge snapped, albeit with slightly less force than before- even he could see that he sounded ridiculous. He didn't even have to look at S.T. to know the guy wouldn't be able to defend himself in a fight, even if he'd been helpful against the cyber-raptors; Pit, even if he had been able to help, he couldn't say that he'd have been all that thrilled with the prospect of putting him in danger like that. But he'd have gone down there, if he'd had the chance- if he'd known that they'd be fighting again...

He tore away from S.T. and back over to the edge of the seating again, fists clenched in frustration while he tried to process what was going on. There was something faintly insulting about the way the pretzel just bounced off of the side of Aguilar's force field without even being registered, but he wasn't about to try and talk to the man. Not when he was still too angry to string together a coherent sentence.

And would only get more so. "That slagger," he snarled, disbelieving. His fists clenched all the ( ... )

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ARENA witchdetective August 11 2011, 06:10:12 UTC

[ from here ]

Really, Erika was growing tired of the constant teleporting and randomly showing up in a new place. Did the door even open? She couldn't remember, only that their lights suddenly turned off and they were plunged into darkness. The darkness soon faded away to another scene, one that Erika had not been expecting at all. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the sudden bright light that flooded the room, unable to make out her surroundings until the spots finally faded from her vision. What she saw was... interesting, to say the least. She saw the sandy floor before anything else, and to the right and left of her, seats. She was on one side of what looked like an arena of some sort, with a line drawn in the middle separating her and someone else on the other side. Someone else who Erika quickly recognized as Noah, which made perfect sense considering how they were the two who offered blood ( ... )

affictitious August 13 2011, 07:32:02 UTC

It was saying a lot that there was something more interesting in their change of locale besides the unwarranted teleportation. Gladiator room. Check. No lions, but the line drawn in the middle of the sand was a clear indicator about what, exactly, was supposed to happen.

More interesting? Exactly like the night before, his body had become heavier, burdened with the weight of a grace. Not that anyone else in the room was particularly privy to it, but his wings were back where they belonged, unfurled and unclipped. It was like being uncircumcised again. Refreshing. (Or so he assumed.) Gabriel could feel the grace, the light, his personal power flowing back into his fingertips. Just to make sure, he rubbed two fingers together, feeling sand fall from them. Sand he had made himself.

There was a difference between the power now and the power from before. The difference? He didn't feel as he should not. There wasn't that tugging in his mind, telling him to stay here and go there. There didn't seem to be any strings guiding him, but ( ... )

witchdetective August 14 2011, 05:29:23 UTC

Well, Erika wasn't quite expecting to see Noah stay silent like this. Nothing to say? She did notice some sand fall to the ground from his fingers, but where did he get that? He must have examined the floor when she wasn't looking... Perhaps. She did look away from him, so there was a moment he could have done that. It seemed strange to overanalyze this and waste her detective's authority on such a scene, but at the same time, Erika's habits were kicking into overdrive and she gave the man another cautious look before turning her attention back towards the man sitting above of them. He started to speak, finally introducing himself.

[ turning her attention here ]

this is where i disgrace erika for all of eternity. (yay) witchdetective August 22 2011, 23:41:25 UTC

[ and coming back from here ]Since this man had no idea who he was dealing with, Erika was willing to forgive him for his disrespect. The disrespect for now, not what happened at the Sphinx. He was going to pay dearly for that. Of course, the most obvious argument against him was pointing out the fact that he didn't act anything like an angel. He must have heard that one a lot, so it probably annoyed him. A good move, but since it was one that he expected, Erika knew she was going to have to go at it from another angle ( ... )

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WEST SEATS falseblack August 12 2011, 22:12:28 UTC

He had done well to be wary. The useless shield and sword unlocked one door to reveal a pitch black interior, and though the short trip down the hallway proved uneventful, the door they ran across became anything but. A serpent had been carved into the inky stone, its jaw unhinged to show a pair of sharpened fangs. The sight alone was enough to draw suspicion to the peak of its potential; Nigredo, for a number of very fitting reasons, refused to trust a function involving a snake. He suddenly wanted the night to end, a sentiment that piqued as the girl read off the instructions. Really. Offering one's blood to even a symbol of manipulation and falsehoods was bound to lead to a terrible end ( ... )

ran_on_empty August 13 2011, 00:24:41 UTC

Normally, to be considered a veteran in the coliseum wasn't something to be proud of, but Sync considered this an impressive accomplishment given what had to be done in order to reap the 'benefits'. Of course, it was different this time around, but he was fine participating as a spectator; that'd been the point, after all ( ... )

falseblack August 13 2011, 19:49:47 UTC

The unknown variable spoke his name, leaving no room for doubt. Nigredo nearly marveled at seeing a key figure emerge from the proverbial shadows and show himself in the flesh. Any other might have taken Aguilar's presence as something worthwhile. The child's own nihilism and overall disinterest in their captors, however, tempered any wonder he might have had. After blinking at the distant figure for a few minutes, he leaned back into his seat in annoyance for entirely separate reasons ( ... )

ran_on_empty August 14 2011, 15:04:14 UTC

"That's fine, but I don't see any point in lying." Nigredo probably didn't have to be looking at him to sense that grin Sync saw no need in hiding. He'd gotten used to his roommates apathy, having just assumed it to be a weak defense mechanism, but it was going to be hard keeping that up as the night progressed ( ... )

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SOUTH SEATS el_aguila August 13 2011, 19:08:15 UTC

A soul might have lost sight of the coliseum's purpose at the presence of young ones. The Eagle, however, knew better than to judge covers over capacity as the participants here were technically the deadliest warriors so far. Granted, this did not affect his own safety; nothing--neither heavenly agents nor the piece of a well-known Voyager--could penetrate the barrier between the arena and the stands. No, the concern involved whether detective's authority and the grace of God made for a suitable match in battle. Manipulation of reality was the hardest to measure, after all, and it would be nice to have a little more usable data this round. These two had the tendency for overkill, and one was at a serious disadvantage ( ... )

Re: SOUTH SEATS witchdetective August 14 2011, 05:19:58 UTC

[ from here ]To be honest, Erika already had an idea of who was sitting in those seats, but a confirmation was all that she needed. Though the man tried to insult her too, just like everyone else had - now that Erika had her detective's authority back, she didn't care. She could sense exactly what kind of place this was, similar to the Chapel where she and Battler had fought earlier with their theories and logic. Even so, Erika wasn't quite sure of what they were going to argue about - the institute, sure, but that meant this was supposed to be a fight between her and Aguilar. And it was plainly obvious that this wasn't the current scenario. Noah was her opponent, which was... well, she could admit it, boring, but at least she had a chance for her revenge. Perhaps the General would be kind enough to allow her a personal match once she proved herself ( ... )

Re: SOUTH SEATS el_aguila August 14 2011, 19:21:28 UTC

A confirmation, was it? It resembled more of a throwaway insult than a confirmation, but how could Aguilar blame the child? She was merely acting her role. Furthermore, she was agreeing to keep to the rules, and that garnered enough appreciation from the Eagle. As long as he didn't have to deal with broken-hearted teenagers and their tendency for self-sacrifice, the man could cater to a lack in manners ( ... )

Re: SOUTH SEATS affictitious August 15 2011, 07:43:17 UTC

Congratulations. Wow. They had really achieved so much. Maybe he got extra points for having to listen to a 13 year old argue with a giant stone lion.

It was official. There was a special kind of hell outfitted for angels. Or maybe just for him. He was, after all, important enough to warrant his own little slice of this. So the afterlife was the biggest joke of all, right?

Wait, he already knew that.

Gabriel supposed there was supposed to be some resounding fanfare with the unveiling of the General's name (and the general himself), but the level of awe he was feeling was about the same as if Zac Efron announced his presence at a Star Trek convention. That was to say: he didn't care. And he also didn't know who César Aguilar was. Besides, you know, the obvious. General. Military. Two and two. Wow, big surprise not listening to the Confessions of a Sadistic Drama-queen announcements would bite him in the ass ( ... )

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EAST SEATS poorexample August 14 2011, 06:47:28 UTC

[Being zapped in from here.]

Transporting from one place to another was extremely disorienting when he was not the one in control of it, and what had just happened was completely different from waking up in the morning -- which was something that Castiel was almost growing accustomed to. In this case, there had been no warning whatsoever, but it was also clear that he had never been asleep or unconscious. It felt so much like when he flew, and yet it was clearly not the same.

And frankly, it bothered him, as if his lack of power was being rubbed in his face.

Castiel had to adapt quickly regardless of his own feelings on the matter, though, and so he took in his surroundings. The hard stone he was seated on, the light filtering through from overhead, the arena made of dust and sand -- he soaked it all in. And more than that...

There was his brother, down on the arena floor, his back turned and yet it was most definitely him. More than that, Gabriel was different -- or rather, he was the way he should be, full-blown angel. ( ... )

Re: EAST SEATS poorexample August 23 2011, 01:50:55 UTC

[Back from here.]

And so, reluctantly, Castiel settled back onto the seats, registering at a delay that he was relieved to have this side of the stands to himself. He was hardly in the mood for conversation with another spectator.

As the girl began to speak, Castiel was quickly forced to frown in confusion. Furniture from Heaven? He couldn't even being to guess at what she was talking about, but it was already quite clear that she knew nothing about the holy realm. That was likely in his and Gabriel's favor, then.

Soon after that, she forced out a claim as if it was some sort of holy declaration, or perhaps an attack more than anything. Soon after, barbs went flying for Gabriel and Castiel felt a twisting in his gut. Surely nothing like that could harm an archangel at almost full power ( ... )

Re: EAST SEATS poorexample August 28 2011, 18:32:30 UTC

[Responding to the first three tags here.]

Even though Castiel had been doing all he could to not make his state obvious, Gabriel still turned and looked. It was only for a split second and the distance between them was too great for Castiel to even decipher the look on his brother's face, but he'd still looked right at him.

The pain wasn't relenting; Castiel slowly started to sit up and then lean back against the large stone step behind him. He focused on regulating his breathing, deep and low, as his hand remained clutched to the wound itself. He could feel the blood pouring out and spilling over the back of his hand, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Gabriel had pulled out his weapon, one so similar to the one that had caused Castiel's wound now. Was that the point being made here? And yet even if Gabriel had sent him into all sorts of hidden dimensions in attempts to be rid of him, he would neverCastiel heard the girl speak again, though her words didn't come through as clearly to him now. The pain was fogging his ( ... )

Re: EAST SEATS poorexample September 4 2011, 00:01:36 UTC

[And now the first three tags here.]

It didn't make sense, that he was taking wounds as if he was an angel and yet suffering from them like a human. His vision was blurring, each breath he took was agony, and with the light that escaped there was also so much blood. It was staining his coat and all the layers underneath, covering his hands in a layer of red.

Castiel knew now that he had to be witness, and yet it was getting more and more difficult to process the words. The pain was too overwhelming and he felt his mind slipping further and further. He was going to pass out, but no, he couldn't, he wouldn'tThe next thing he was aware of was a sound: the snapping of fingers. It was Gabriel, that very sound was his brother and he knew it meant that he was on the right track. Gabriel had never known how to use his powers with dignity, but at this point it didn't matter so long as his point was proved ( ... )