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Nightshift 44: The Coliseum

Oct 20, 2009 19:38

[Warped in from here.]

When Guy's eyes opened, it was almost as if he was waking up, and yet he knew that wasn't the case; he was standing, with a weapon in his hand, and somehow feeling far more comfortable than he had in weeks.

His gaze was on his feet, and it took him a few seconds to let everything sink in. He was wearing boots. His boots. ( Read more... )

claude, guy, head doctor, dias, anise, dahlia, celes, sync

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Coliseum Floor - North ran_on_empty October 21 2009, 05:01:09 UTC

The first thing Sync's eyes gazed upon when he came to was his dull reflection against the metal of his mask. He would've been both blind and stupid to have not known what it was; after all, he'd worn it like a second skin for so many years. In fact, it didn't take long to realize that his entire outfit had changed, the tight fabric of his God-General uniform clinging to his body. And what was even more surprising was his body itself: he felt as fit as ever, with no sign of pain or strain radiating from his injuries. In fact, it was almost like he hadn’t been injured at all.

Yet his eyes finally narrowed as warning flags waved in his mind, tilting his head to the side in order to examine his surroundings from underneath his mask.

This... this was a coliseum, probably the very same one the monster from last night mentioned. He idly raised his head even higher, looking up at the ceiling while sunlight poured down upon them. Even he had to spare a few seconds to admire the new scenery, though the moment didn't last as he settled his ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Floor - North razing_phoenix October 22 2009, 19:17:18 UTC

While Guy had been worried about Claude and Dias, his concerns quickly had to return to himself. Sync wasn't the type to just wait around when he had a chance like this, and Guy was hardly surprised that the God-General was taking this opportunity to use powers that had long been sealed off to all of them. Idiot! Didn't he realize that there had to be some kind of catch ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Floor - North ran_on_empty October 23 2009, 14:46:06 UTC

Even before Guy prepared to dodge Sync was already preparing his next attack, shifting his arm until it was parallel to his body as he concentrated gathering the necessary fonons. He couldn't help but laugh as he watched Claude try to rush at him, only to stop short when the blond ran into some kind of invisible wall. This probably meant that he couldn't attack Claude either, but that was fine; the last thing he needed was some sorry bastard getting in his way. Him and his friend could stay on the other side and out of his business.

Of course, the God-General knew he should've approached this situation more carefully, but it'd felt like such a long time since he had access to his powers. And besides, it made enough sense that whoever sent them here in the first place wanted them to fight, otherwise they wouldn't have bothered returning their possessions in the first place. If that were the case then Sync didn't mind providing some entertainment as long as it coincided with his own goals. After all, he was nothing more than a tool ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Floor - North razing_phoenix October 24 2009, 22:04:39 UTC

Guy had only been allotted a second or two to catch his breath before his earlier thought was responded to. It sounded like they would be getting an explanation, and who better to give it to them than Martin Landel?

He turned to the right, to where that voice was coming from -- and for once, it wasn't entirely filtered through a loudspeaker. The man was right there, and despite the fact that Guy had been in the institute for what he thought was a decent amount of time, this was his first time seeing the man with his own eyes. The weirdest thing about it was that Landel looked almost normal. Middle-aged, dark hair... The fact of the matter was that nothing really stood out about him other than his maliciousness ( ... )

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Coliseum Floor - South full_score October 21 2009, 08:27:21 UTC

Barely a minute ago he'd been pressed in the corner of the hallway and trying to regain his bearings after suffering a violent kick in the face. Now he was opening his eyes as if waking up form a dream, yet Claude was still standing. The first thing he noticed was the total lack of pain in his shoulder and face. Even his nose was completely healed! But that wasn't the only thing that was different. The sword Ed had made him had been replaced by the familiar weight of his Eternal Sphere. Reflecting the sunlight from overheard, the blade gave off its distinctly blue and purple sheen.

Wait, sunlight! But what...?Frowning in confusion, Claude squinted up toward where the light was filtering through the ceiling. When that didn't give him any answers about what was going on, his gaze immediately snapped toward Dias, who was standing a fair distance across from him. Then, he glanced over toward Guy, who was positioned further up and wearing what were probably his Auldrantian duds. Weird ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Floor - South heavens_too_far October 26 2009, 02:17:34 UTC

In the space of a blink, it seemed, Dias - and the others, from what he was able to see in the very brief period between his opening his eyes and his grimace as he flinched back from the sudden, inexplicable sunlight; he'd been straining to watch Sync's form in the darkness and that had done him absolutely no favors upon their arrival here - had been transported to an oddly well-lit, open...arena, the word supplied itself unbidden. It wasn't at all dissimilar from the arena where the Lacour Tournament of Arms was fought; it even had seats for spectators, he noted(once he was able to crack his eyes open again without giving himself a headache), though he didn't focus immediately on the few people sitting there. Come to that, the Sphinx had mentioned a coliseum the night they'd acquired the shield...though Dias had been too wrapped up in chasing Sync to realize they were actually making their way to the place ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Floor - South full_score October 26 2009, 02:18:56 UTC

Once Claude had brought himself to a full stand, he heard Anise's voice calling out Guy's name. His gaze quickly snapped over to the source of the sound, and it was only then that he realized that there were actually people watching this. At least Anise and that other girl were safe, but...where had Celes come from ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Floor - South heavens_too_far October 26 2009, 06:14:42 UTC

The head doctor.

Dias had seen him once before - he might be the only one of his allies who had; Claude hadn't even been at the institute yet, he was fairly certain, and he didn't remember seeing Guy there - but he found himself hating the man every bit as thoroughly as he had last time. However, he had observed, while trying to ignore Scar and Lust's domestic dispute, what had happened to the patients who had tried to attack the man, and those who'd tried to challenge him; the inexplicable collapses, the innocent but insufferably smug dismissals. Though there was no need for pretense in an arena that couldn't possibly be waved away as part of a normal institute(or during the night, although with the sunlight Dias couldn't help wondering whether it was truly night anymore), he doubted challenging the man would result in anything productive, either physically or vocally - indeed, it might be dangerous, because while the man looked more worn down than when Dias had last seen him, it was still all too clear that he was in control of ( ... )

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Coliseum Stands - West gald_digger October 21 2009, 17:11:39 UTC

When Anise found herself awakening with no memory of falling asleep, her first thought was that it had to be morning, and Nightshift had ended. But instead of her warm bed, there was only cold, smooth stone beneath her. With a gasp of alarm, the girl's eyes snapped wide open, and she realized she was sitting in a place she'd never seen before.

The coliseum. Just like the gold monster mentioned... and was that sunlight filtering into the room? It couldn't be, right ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Stands - West lady_general October 22 2009, 04:06:21 UTC

[AND SUDDENLY from here]

"--ol." Celes finished her sentence and frowned immediately. Where. What. This was not only not the hallway she'd just been in, but there was light. Real, pure sunlight. "Son of a submariner," she muttered, her mind already working to deduce where she could possibly be and why---

--Why were Dias and Claude down there? Of the four people down in the arena, only three of them she knew, and of those three, only one she knew well. Celes turned her head to the other two young women with her, lips thinned into a determined line. She had a feeling that this was going to end badly. "Where are we, and who are you?"

Re: Coliseum Stands - West dahliahasthorns October 22 2009, 18:27:22 UTC

See, Dahlia Hawthorne usually considered herself too classy to swear. Yes, she may have not been the perfect little flower she made herself out to be, but she wasn't totally crude. But right now, there was only one phrase dancing around her head once the sun was suddenly blaring in her eyes and she found herself being a cheerleader in the bleachers of a huge goddamn stadium.

What the fuck is this?!

Was this what Sync had been chasing after for the past two nights? What he had dragged her to hell and back for? This? What the hell could he possible get out of this aside from being able to start a fight without consequence? Why was it morning now? When did they get here? What was the point to this stupidity?

And who was that bitch?

"I-I don't know where we are," she answered the new-comer in her frightened kitten voice. She really didn't care if Anise knew how she really was - she was the minority there and if she knew what was good for her, it'd stay that way ( ... )

Re: Coliseum Stands - West gald_digger October 23 2009, 19:27:17 UTC

For a few moments, Anise stood frozen at the edge of the stands, but as soon as Guy reacted she breathed a sigh of relief, and she found herself able to move again. Right; if Sync was at full power, then Guy was too. Even though Guy was in a dangerous situation, he wasn't defenseless.

There were voices behind her, and Anise whirled around to see Dahlia, and... who was that!?

"Who are we? I should be asking you that! Where did you come from!?" the girl sputtered in surprise at the woman. She was positive that nobody else followed them into that hallway before the door closed behind them. Then again, she wasn't even sure how they got from the hallway to the arena. Maybe the woman came in during the time she blacked out... but it was still kind of suspicious.

"Good evening, patients."The bewildered, suspicious look vanished from the girl's face in an instant. "It can't be..." Anise looked out across the coliseum once again, eyes searching until they finally zeroed in on a figure emerging from the south end of the room. The man had a ( ... )

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The Head Doctor's Seats the_head_doctor October 23 2009, 13:47:38 UTC

"Good evening, patients ( ... )

Re: The Head Doctor's Seats full_score October 23 2009, 22:32:37 UTC

((From over here.))

Claude still couldn't believe that he was looking at Martin Landel in the flesh. For a moment, words actually failed him because he was so infuriated by how damn cheery he sounded. But he had to keep a cool head. This was too important to let himself completely lose it. Claude took a deep breath.

"Just what is it that you want from us?!" he demanded. The Sphinx had said they'd have to face a trial in the coliseum, but Claude had assumed they'd be required to fight some sort of giant monster or something. With each second that passed, though, Claude had a feeling that the situation was much more complicated than that. So what was Landel trying to pull here?

the_head_doctor October 24 2009, 15:04:30 UTC

Although most of the patients in the Coliseum seemed to react to the Head Doctor's proclamation, only one of them actually dared to address him directly. Landel sneered in response, and though the expression might have looked a little forced, the irritation in his tone was completely genuine.

"You think that just because we threw some clothes on your back, you're suddenly in a position to make demands of me?" The Head Doctor let out a laugh, waving Claude off with a with an exaggerated gesture of his hand. "Please, Mr. Kenni - if you keep acting so absurdly, I just might have to speak to your father."

That seemed to bring some vindictive joy to the Head Doctor's face, as did the battling that had begun even without his urging. He gave a wide smile. "It seems some people realize what the purpose of this place is, but ( ... )

full_score October 26 2009, 06:05:55 UTC

Claude hadn't expected Landel to bring Dad into all of this mess. As soon as the words left the man's mouth, he was stunned into silence for a moment, swallowing hard. For the first time since they'd started this whole foray into the basement Claude felt something akin to genuine, ice-cold fear.

But concern for his father quickly gave way to another surge of anger. "You leave my father out of this, you bastard!" Claude snapped. Having to listen to that brought a bunch of other things he wanted to say to mind, things he could have yelled at that wretched man until he was hoarse.

None of that became important as soon as Landel lifted his hand up. Just what the hell was that supposed to mean? Scowling, Claude abruptly glanced around his immediate area. Had something in the coliseum changed? He didn't notice anything different, and yet ( ... )

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