I [cling] to you // [ xoxo vs. clingrays Day 3]

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

ARGONITE SHORE

The pain, the dull nausea at the base of his belly, kept him awake late into the night. Late enough to watch the anthem, singular, drift through the night sky. At some point he rolled over his rucksack and fully spooned Magenta, drawing her close, one arm around her stomach and the other cradling her head. He shouldn’t have wasted a night simply holding her hand; Cheska was right. What was there to lose? So he held her as he chased down sleep, stalking it like a mutt. When he finally tackled the land of dream, he did so with a vengeance.

And he didn’t dream of the girl in his arms. He dreamt of home. Of paved streets and routine days, of Phena and Opal and their heart-shaped faces. He is following them through the avenues, elated, parading. But he doesn’t know what they’re celebrating. It is dark, but there are balloons. It is midnight but there is popcorn. The stars fall and turn into sparkly ping pong balls, rattling around his skull. He squeezes Opal tight in an embrace, but it’s not Opal. It is Magenta Ryker, and he rolls away in the morning light. Away from his sister, from One, from hope.

His tears are rain. Except they smell distinctly like piss.

Argo lurches, grabbing his naginata and crouching in one smooth movement. Someone was watching him. Argo searches the darkness, catches flashes of opalescent starlight. He angles his naginata at his attacker, watches him stumble in the dawn. But it’s only Ares, and the whisper of the tide coming in.

Argonite lowers his weapon, trying to get his bearings. The third day in the arena. Another sunrise closer to his dreams. “Your apology can hang,” he says, trying to put some verve behind the words. In the end though he cracks first, grinning as the first flush of golden light graces the area. He twirls the glaive, confident in the heft of it around his palm. Confident that its spinning blade will be enough to deter any other wayward rocks. He’s still clad in seaweed when he turns to the forest, full of eyes, and grabs his family jewels.

“You want these, Panem? Come and get ‘em!”

It is silent. Dead silent. Not even the twist and whirr of camera lenses, for a moment. And then it is cacophony. Argonite stumbles back a step. He stabs his helmet with the soft end of the glaive, lifts it atop his head, settles the fedora over it. His ankles brush the water, disturbing a rainbow. He squints as the rainbow resolves itself into the wave of a clingray.

“Lad-Are-es, I think that’s our alarm.”

[ Argonite attacks Clingray #1 [Lock]; glaive ]

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[Severed Right Ear -- 8.0 damage]

glaive

[Cato]

ARES PINE

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Narration

Another weird day. The moles that I fought against didn't really curb my need for causing violence. The moles died way too quickly for me to enjoy the fight. I still feel so unbalanced. Spending a near day trapped in the vines has made me weak. It's like I just woke up. Maybe I should of slept some more last night, but I didn't get that much. Only one person died yesterday. The game makers are sure to increase the danger today. Hearing the anthem blast its sound out in the air for all to hear didn't do much for me. One person may have died, but the face belonging to the dead tribute didn't affect me none. Just one more tribute out of my path to victory. Will my allies hinder me? I trust their combat skills. They are easily more capable of taking care of themselves then my last allies. Hard to remember what I want to do when I feel the need to attack something. The lust for victory eats away at my soul taunting me as if out of reach. Well victory will be within reach soon.

I glance toward my allies. If they're sleeping or laying awake quietly I cannot tell, yet I feel the need to be alone. I've felt so disconnected from the world of the living. It angers me that I came close to dying from those stupid vines that trapped me. Why did it have to be me. Despite my best attempts my confidence still wavers at times. That's why I need to fight. To prove that I still have what it takes to become victor. My one attack on the mole proved to me that the sword sings of its desire to spill blood, but I got extremely arrogant during the fight. The wound was easily healed though. Other then my allies there really isn't much to fight until tomorrow. I may as well have some fun. I creep toward Argo with a wicked grin on my face. Messing with this guy will be so much fun. I undress slightly until I feel a cool breeze below. With a muffled chuckle, I begin to urinate over him. Seeing Argo covered in my pee is a site that is killing me with laughter. I cant help except to break out in loud laughter.

"My apologies Argy. You are wounded and doing this was my way of healing you." I try my best to not erupt in laughter except I fail miserably. I have no idea why this impulse to urinate over Argo sprung up in me, but I am so glad I did it. However brief the break from fighting may be it feels nice to just mess around. With my prank on Argo over, I dress back up. My outfit isn't much, but I don't want to parade through the arena naked. That's when I hear quite a bit of noise off in the distance. I glance toward Argo before offering him a hand. "You ready for this brother?" The term I used to describe Argo surprised me a little bit, but I shake it off for now. I find my sword and ready myself for the idiot tributes or mutts that dare attack.


-Ares attacks cling ray one with sword-
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1122 -- Deep Gash on Right Calf -- 8.0 damage
(Sword)sword

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LOCK.

Lock always had been the one to lead the charge. Swimming both languidly and powerfully, he skirted arounf the Sandy Claws that was attacking one of the other humans in favor of leading his siblings towards more plentiful prey, three of them near the shallows and unsuspecting. Circling in the water before the initial strike, he checked behind him to make sure--

[dies like a bitch]

SHOCK.

In a flash of silver and a cloud of greenish blood, Lock was gone. Shock paused mid-stroke of her tail, watching her brother's body float lifelessly to the surface, leaving a viridian trail behind it. Engraged, she launched from the water and suckered onto the human who had felled Lock, lashing out with her powerful tail.

[Attacks ARGONITE with STINGER [SPEAR]]
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[Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage]
[Clingray Poison -- Cannot Flee]

BARREL.

Barrel hung back for a moment, trying to figure out the best angle to propel out of the water. He was a chubby Clingray, the laughingstock of his school, and he had no desire to mess this up and look even more foolish. If one as mighty as Lock could be felled by the tall human's silver claw, he was taking no chances. Instead, he moved for one of the others, tail glinting in the sunlight as he leapt.

[Attacks ARES with STINGER [SPEAR]]
spear
[Block -- 0.0 damage]

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[Magenta Ryker [dars]]

YOU COULD TRY AND TAKE US, BUT VICTORY'S CONTAGIOUS.

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M A G E N T A

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It should have been her.

It would have been her, had Argonite not jumped in the way at the last second. It was as if the giant creature had not yet accepted the fact that it was doomed, that it's partner in crime had fallen, and if it stayed, it would suffer the same fate. After he charged her, and Argonite jumped in the way like an idiot, he disappeared into the soft ground, leaving only a huge barrow in his wake. It only seemed fair that Magenta tend to the wound left by the monster, and then she stood and placed her hands on her hips, turning to Ares and Francesca. "He doesn't need to walk on it. We can stay here tonight." They all seemed to agree, because they each began to set up camp. Ares started a fire, Francesca boiled her water for her, and eventually she found them all huddled together on a small plateau of sand. (She hoped the water levels didn't rise.)

Somewhere in the middle of the night, she felt a hand fall across her abdomen and she instantly knew it belonged to Argonite. It seemed he was making a habit of finding her in his sleep. She guessed it was out of fear, out of him longing to have someone to hold on to so that maybe he could feel safe, if only for a moment. She didn't mind. It was nice to be held, and she guessed it couldn't possibly hurt with sponsors, so she snuggled up to the boy so he could get a better hold on her and fell asleep once again.

Magenta was almost disappointed when she opened her eyes and found it to be morning, probably about nine o' clock. She rolled over to Argonite and found his eyes open, but heavy with sleep like her own. "Mornin-" She started, and heard the faintest whimper from above their heads. Slowly, so not to provoke whatever it might have been, she rose to find whatever terrifying creature was about to attack her. Her eyes widened, but only a second of which was for fear. The remaining seconds were devoted to confusion. Little translucent creatures that looked like they were humans that had swallowed a balloon all stood around the two of them, confusion and wonder on their faces. "Um, Argo..." She tried to count them, but they seemed to be endless in numbers, an entire hoard of adorable, chubby ghosts crowded around them and made quiet whimpering noises.

She reached a hand out to the one nearest to her, the one that seemed to be a few inches shorter than the rest and the one that had it's head cocked to the side with empty black eyes staring back at her. She trembled, but couldn't help feeling it was unnecessary. The little thing was so gentle looking, all of them were. It hoped into her palm and felt virtually weightless, and wrapped it's tiny nubs of arms around her thumb. "I don't think they are violent..." She said, sitting up more and pulling the thing closer to her face. She could see completely through it like she could see through fog. "Hi."

"What do you think-" Suddenly she heard a gasp from behind her, and turned to find Argonite and Ares standing in full attention behind her, their ankles submerged in the water and their weapons above their heads. Tiny creature swam around them, three, she thought she saw, each black, and each angry. Together, they managed to kill the first before her hand closed around her fan and she let the tiny ghost creature down, but she hurried over to them, quickly striking at one of the two that were still alive.

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[Magenta attacks Clingray #2, fan (knife)]
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[Stabbed in Chest -- 9.5 damage]

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FILLER!!!!!!! I'll post after I walk my dog I want to get this out of the way so we continue fighting.

Attacks Shock (Sting Ray #2) with Bloodless Soul (Naginata)
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13050 -- Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage
(Pole Sword)glaive

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

ARGONITE SHORE

WIP to get this moving again!

Argonite paused mid-spin, the naginata slicing through clean air. He looked at Magenta, her face hardened by battle. "What the absolute fuck are you holding?"

The stinger lances through his bicep, burning pain. There are eyes everywhere, vacant and judgmental all at once. He stares at the needle-thin tip as it pulls out of his flesh, leaving a hemorrhaging artery exposed. Argonite turns, switching his glaive to his left hand. "I'm going to beat you black and green." And shoves the blade down into the water.

[ Argonite attacks Clingray #3 [Barrel]; glaive ]

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[Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage]
glaive

[Cato]

ARES PINE

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The fighting begins and Argo slashes this weird looking mutt from the water. Blood mixes with the water to create what I would say is quite a beautiful site. My eyes filled with lust for blood wanting more and more. The fight rage on as the my sword held in front of me drips of the blood of the mutt. It attacks, and with complete ease, my sword blocks the attack. I address the Capitol despite some of the mutts being alive. "Is that all you have! I blocked it's attack. Is that all you got?" My harshly spoken words yet I don't give a crap. The damn Capitol thought they could keep me down. I even killed one of the mutts this time. Being trapped didn't destroy my combat skills after all. If this is the best they can throw against me well this disappoints me immensely.

Argo and I appear to make one hell of a team. I wish there was more I could learn about the guy. We talked a lot during the past few days, but compared to Magenta and Francesca, I don't really know him as much. It did surprise me when he offered me a spot with his alliance. Maybe he needed another strong fighter. Magenta and Francesca are strong fighter as well, but another couldn't hurt. It feels good to be apart of a strong alliance. Maybe I was wrong about the careers from one being extremely weak. Like me they probably didn't give a damn about their training score. Look at us killing the mutts like it requires no effort at all. We are like a plague that will kill anything that appears in our path. Time for more death. No one will be able to stand in our way.

-Ares attacks Clingray #3 with sword-

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1119 -- Block -- 0.0 damagesword

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BARREL.

The water was stained sickly-green with the blood of his brother and sister. It clouded Barrel's vision and his mind, blinding him with vengeful rage. But there was red in the water, too, the metallic red of man-flesh, and his nature made him thirst for more vengeance aside. The foul creatures that had killed Lock and Shock would pay in blood equal to that which they had spilled.

[Attacks ARGONITE with STINGER [SPEAR]]
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[Block -- 0.0 damage]

spear

[Magenta Ryker [dars]]

YOU COULD TRY AND TAKE US, BUT VICTORY'S CONTAGIOUS.

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M A G E N T A

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wip but Magenta uses first aid on Argonite and flees

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Another WIP for me.

[Francesca uses First Aid on Argonite]

[Drinks her Purified Water Jug]

[Refills Water Jug]

[Flees]

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

ARGONITE SHORE

He'd gotten one good jab at it, but it wasn't enough. This time when he brought his glaive down, he carved it to the side, splitting the colorful beastie in half. Oil slicked the surface of the water as he scooped up the corpse. He flipped it over, took a deep whiff. "Doesn't look poisonous. What do you think?" He tossed it like a frisbee to Ares. "Maybe you should piss on it to be sure," he added with a grin as he trudged out of the water. His bicep was oozing blood freely, and though he felt a little dizzy and still a bit sore in a certain area, it wasn't all bad. He collapsed on the sand, letting the others tend to the wound. He joked and chuckled, the pain a distant, hazy things.

The bandages were bulky but soft against his chest. At some point his jokes turned to mutterings and he lay back in the sand. The wind blasted over them, but the sand was warm in its embrace. He found sleep too easily and dreamed of vacant eyes keeping watch.

When he roused himself, it was late afternoon. The beach was quiet. Too quiet. Argo reached for his glaive. "Where did the girls go?" He looked to Ares, and then to his opalescent shadow. "I thought you were supposed to keep watch, little dude."

[ Argonite attacks Clingray #3 [Barrel]; glaive ]

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[ Severed Left Leg at Hip -- 10 damage]
glaive

[Cato]

ARES PINE

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All of these mutts are now dead. Magenta and Francesca are nowhere in site, but then I'm not really paying much attention to my surroundings. I killed my first pawn of the Capitol. Despite the pawn being an insignificant mutt, I do feel pretty good about the blood spilt. I ended up blocking the only attack against me with such ease that I wonder if the mutt didn't want to kill a god. Each fight Argo and I participate in the more I learn about how well our fighting styles mesh well. To me Argo is more family to me then anyone from home had been. "Doesn't look poisonous. What do you think?" Argo tosses me the corpse of a mutt that fell before us. I examine it with great care. The mutt doesn't appear poisonous though which makes me feel more relaxed knowing these mutts may be edible. I'm prepared to toss it back to Argo when yet again he speaks.

"Maybe you should piss on it to be sure." Argo knows me so well. I fully intend to oblige him only after that nasty wound of his is healed. I silently walk to the living embodiment of destruction. I do my best to heal the wound, but I feel like there's more that I could of done. "Hey Argy watch yourself next time eh? Don't need me protecting you now huh?" I do my best to put just the right amount of concern as an ally as well to put enough teasing in my tone. Argo may very well be the strongest in the arena. We've made a great team so far and i would love to keep that up. I'll need him by my side. Brothers until the end right?

"Oh hey Argy? Watch this." I undress enough to feel the cool breeze meet the crown jewels when I let loose a stream of golden water on the corpse of the mutt he tossed me. The site of seeing the corpse drenched in piss has me laughing extremely hard. "Doesn't look poisonous to me Argy." After speaking to Argo, I immediately dress back up. I'm reluctant to touch the corpse though so I leave it where it's at for now. I'm enjoying myself more than I ever had back home. The arena is where I feel complete not at home where the challenge never really satisfied me. Here though anything can happy which day one proved to me. I've made quite the comeback after being trapped. Unless something similar happens, I will be the victor soon enough.

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Ares uses first aid on Argonite Shore for -3
Ares takes one of the clingray carcasses

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

ARGONITE SHORE

He was grinning one moment, and the next had formed a little 'o' with his mouth. Ares had actually dropped trou to purify the mutt. Argonite looked down at the hacked up carcass, and then started to laugh. It rumbled through his stomach, shook his shoulders and came out in a hoot. The wind tore some of it away from him, flinging his voice around the arena.

Argo shoved a few tears from the corner of his eyes, coming off the high. "I don't even know what to say, bro. You pee like a race horse."

[ Argonite picks up one of the clingray carcasses. ]

[Cato]

ARES PINE

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Argo bursts out laughing at what I presume to be the purification of the mutt. It feels great to just sit back and goof off like this in the arena. I'm no pawn to be messed around with by the Capitol. Oh I will kill tributes yes, but I will do it in my own way not theirs. "I don't even know what to say, bro. You pee like a race horse." I crack a smile at Argo's words. The past two days have been full of Argo seeing liquid gold pour out on him or even in front of him. I bend down to scoop the corpse in my hand. It smells pretty bad, but I hold my breathe with some difficulty. "Hey Argy have a present courtesy of me!" With a bit of strength and accuracy, I launch the corpse at Argo and watch it splat right on his body. Did it get his face? I can't tell as I drop down to my knees crying from the laughter.

What a way to continue the day. Tears continue to flow from my eyes. I have no idea what Argo may do in retaliation, but it's worth it to have gotten this prank on him. Twice I've gotten him which makes me think Argo will not take this second prank without doing something in return. Ah messing with him feels so good. His victor sister would probably have slit my throat by now though with how I've treated him. I'm sure Argo will make this friendship memorable. I've seen his strength now it's time to see how well of a prankster he can be. "Argy come on man you just got a corpse full of pee thrown at you. Whatcha got eh?" I hope to provoke him into doing something equally funny.

I really hope Argo can do something good. The past two days both of us have led the charge against the mutts that dared to stumble in our path. Now it's time to see which of us can one up the other. Maybe he'll do something like dance with his family jewels to give everyone a show back home. I would love to see him do that. Maybe he'll even get a face full of poop in his face. Oh my that gives me an idea on what to do next. Argo will need to bathe for days once my plan is through. I speak to him once again trying to get Argo to have some fun. "Come on Argy I'm waiting." I drop to one knee to pull out my water jug. My throat is parched so I chug the jug of water. What a sweet taste the water brings to dull the ache.

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Ares drinks his purified water jug
Ares fills his empty jug with water