Anthem - Day 8

[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

Maryn smiles contentedly at Hades and Ivan that morning. Perhaps it's a touch out of character, but there's something in the air that day that gives her a boost of optimism. That wouldn't have been her assumption, having just watched a girl from Twelve wedge her axe into the skull of a favored career from Two, but she finds herself not focusing so much on where the tributes are from, so much as what they have done.

Lucky, Lionel, Axyl, and Xov. Four, Five, Six, and Twelve. For all the reasons she could resent them, could beg for Hades to make some trap to guarantee their downfall before the finale, she focuses on what it is about them that has impressed her. She has witnessed tenacity, cruelty, ambition, and an unyielding determination. Each has displayed the ability to stop a heart's beating, and each has the desire to return home.

Regardless of their actual worth, which is less than the grime that collects beneath Maryn's fingernails, they have proven their value here. In this arena. On this grand stage. This Games has been nothing short of a masterpiece, thanks to each of them in turn. From the cold, blue eyes of Azure Delphine staring out into void, pupils blown, to the final four staring steadfast at the horizon. The unending circle has nearly completed itself.

Life and death.

Victory and defeat.

Everything has gone according to plan. There has been suffering, there has been betrayal, there has been emotional trauma. And there will continue to be as such.

"This is always my favorite part," she says to her fellow Gamemakers, lounging lazily as they begin the process of beginning the day. The machines around her whir as they come to life. "It's a joy to watch them kill one another without any interference. No prodding, no trickery." She closes her hand around a mimosa, brings the glass up to her scarlet lips.

"Eight days in, and the dogs have been properly tamed. So, let's relax, and enjoy the show."


☀️ In the dark of the night, the faces of the fallen glare down at their killers:


          MARGUERITE HARVARD, district two
          HAL ROLAXIS, district seven
          RHYS PEACE, district nine
          INES IZAR, district eleven


Today, there are no tricks or schemes. No herding, no scare tactics, no forcing the hand. There is no need, not when the hands of all who remain are already slick and stained with blood. To get to this point, to stand as one part of the final four, means that they have all made themselves acutely aware of what must be done to get that ticket home. They have proved themselves willing participants in the slaughter, and they must continue to do so.

Do not waste your time grieving. And do not be so bold as to leave your back unguarded.

The seventh day has come to a close, and now only three other tributes stand between you and your survival. You've watched the sun ascend, felt it warm your cold skin, but only now do you realize just how close the dawn truly is. One more day.

Do what you must to bask in your freedom.

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GENERAL INFORMATION.
○ Day 8 ends on Saturday, April 13th.
○ Posting is mandatory for all tributes.
○ All actions will be logged in the engine found here.

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THE MINES:


THE CORNUCOPIA:


THE SPRAWLING FOREST:
Lucky v. Lionel
[Turn Order: Lionel (60.7), Lucky (30.7)]*


THE WINDING WOOD:
Axyl v. Xov
[Turn Order: Xov (95.29), Axyl (57.4)]*


THE BEACH:


THE ROCKY SHORE:


* = 1 tribute death required


Weather:
cloudless, sunny, temperate
64°F | 18°C
Humidity: 41%