Who Is That Man In The Mirror // Kirito vs Himself Day4

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Kirito Miristioma

The whispers of utter loneliness lick at the aching heels of Kiri's body. All around him the pain of silence rolls over him in waves of anger and other various emotions. Kirito had once again receded into the darkness of Kiri's cells but it didn't mean the lingering distaste towards the abandonment was any less impacting. Although Kirito felt unloved and unwanted Kiri felt only anger and rage. He made a vow the second they left him clutching the life of Rhyme, he would see their deaths before he ever dared to take his final breath. Anyone who stood in his way would be annihilated. They should have known better than to cross a demon.

Kiri wasn't sure whether his allies had left the train completely yet but he honestly didn't care. All he focused on was the continuous rumble of the wheels beneath him. The seat that he rested in was actually quite soft and from what he could tell he had secured the car to the best of his ability. Not that it mattered considering he had practically grown use to sleeping with one eye opened.

The last canon of the day had fired shortly after Rhyme's signalling the fall of approximately six tributes. Still when the clock tower hummed the muse of the anthem Kiri's gaze drifted upward to the sky as he watched the faces shimmer against the clouds. As he predicted six had indeed died leaving only sixteen left to fight for the crown. Fifteen more lives that would have to be taken for Kiri to get himself out of the arena. It was a shame he couldn't stay longer, he quite enjoyed the blood he got to play with and the pain it caused Kirito within him. Still though a crown was a crown, and only tyrants deserved power.

From outside the train Kiri could have sworn he heard the voice of Rhyme speaking out to him. Kiri wouldn't be surprised considering he himself was a demon fixed to the body of a broken healer but still he was shocked the blonde haired mistress hadn't moved on. Still there was no way to prove he was hearing her anyway. It could always just be another salt storm scuttling through the arena like the previous night. Luckily he was indoors already so he didn't have to worry about it either way. For now Kiri was safe to lay his head down and rest, but he would never sleep. Then he would be truly vulnerable and that was unacceptable.

The morning seemed to come quickly as the faint strips of light filtered into the stuffy car. Kiri rubbed his eyes as he sat up and looked around the empty room. Normally he would have to scream at the others to get their asses up but this time all that met his gaze was the sheer remembrance of how alone he was. Kiri was fine with the lone wolf path but for some reason he could still strongly feel the sadness of Kirito. What did he expect though Kirito was a softy that was why he had taken control.

Gathering his supplies Kiri pulled one of the train cars open with a loud eerie screech as he felt the train slowing. Once a clear point of safe landing presented itself Kiri exited the vehicle and entered his new territory. From what he could tell his allies were absoutely not with him since no new tracks had been formed. Part of Kiri wanted to believe he was the only tribute in the area but that would be naive. So instead he pulled out his scarlet stained dagger and walked cautiously through the silence.

Surely enough Kiri found what he expected. Smoke had rolled in like great waves devouring vision all around him. Kiri knew he was near what appeared to be the wreckage of a mass cornucopia however what he saw when then smoke faded shocked him. A mirror image of himself stood to challenge him but Kiri let out a laugh. He was a copy of Kirito not Kiri, he would make sure to show him who rules now. So when the small window of opportunity revealed itself Kiri drove his blade towards the mirror ready to shatter the new reality he faced.

Kirito Miristioma Attacks Doppleganger With His SwitchBlade
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{Stabbed in Stomach -- 9.5 damage}

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Kirito 2.0 had been released near a scrap heap, a singular mission assigned to its programming: abolish the duplicate. Smoke surrounded its fleshy outer shell, coating the atmosphere in a layer of mystery. The grip on its switchblade was infinitely powerful. A vest clung to its torso, utterly useless in any respect other than decoration. Its expression was vacant, yet its eyes could imitate the appearance of wonder as it scanned the perimeter for any signs of life. There was a deep crater in the ground, but nothing stirred inside. It must’ve been an imprint of the past, something that once lived and perished like all of Earth’s life.

Moments later, it located the target lifeform. A mirror image of Kirito 2.0 approached with a laugh. It registered the utterance as a noise of delight, and curled its lips into a smile.

The tribute lunged and Kirito 2.0’s reflex programming glitched. It watched the blade plunge into its abdomen with a blank expression. Blood leaked from the edges and dribbled down false flesh.

”Ouch.” It said.

[attacks Kirito – switchblade]
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Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage

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Kirito Miristioma

A twisted grin split Kiri's lips as his blade's tip drove into the copy cat's stomach. Just as planned Kiri saw the window and dove for it without a moment's hesitation. Skillfully Kiri had managed to maintain his power as he stabbed the obviously mechanical son of a bitch. However the fight was far from over and Kiri knew he had to keep his head clear. For hell's sake Kirito had killed someone, now it was his turn to finally break away Kirito's grip to this world.

The mutt that scuttled oddly in front of him was Kirito's copy not Kiri's. It did not have the capability to change as much as Kirito had and Kiri would prove to the world just how impossible it was for him to lose to Kirito. It was Kiri's time to reign, the time of weak little healers was over the second the gong sounded. Now he just had to maintain his rule. He would not be stopped by anyone, he still had to kill Imp and Olivia after all. 

A swift movement caused Kiri to jerk from his mind as the copy cat's blade skidded across his vest. Kiri blinked for a moment forcing him to get back into his focus. He could feel the darkness of hungering for blood pushing him closer and closer to the fake. Kiri's eyes didn't sway again as they locked onto "his" body. The movements were precise but just like all other things in this arena there were moments of weakness. 

As Kirito saw one begin to form he grinned darkly, excitement coursing through his borrowed veins. His tongue slid gently across his thin lips as the window became more and more open. "Not surprised ya can talk to. Lemme ask ya this then, what makes cha think I'm Kirito. Cause believe me when I say that I ain't nuthin' like that weak piece of shit." Then as Kiri's gnarled voice trailed off he spotted his opening's most vulnerable spot and lunged. His blade whistled through the still air as it dove for its new home.

Kirito Miristioma Attacks Doppleganger With His SwitchBlade
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{Miss -- 0.0 damage}


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{Results}

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Kirito 2.0 felt the blade slide out of itsflesh like a release of pressure. An advantage to its mechanical nervous system was the capability of reacting to signals of touch and movement, yet the significant lack of nerve endings to absorb the sensation of pain. The blood leaking from its core registered as a sign of injury and discomfort, but Kirito 2.0 was not truly capable of being hindered by it. In that sense, it considered itself the superior copy.

The moment the tribute stepped away, Kirito 2.0 lashed out, movements fluid and natural. It was as human as could be, and scraped its target across the abdomen. It narrowed its eyes when blood didn’t shed. Ah, yes, the tribute sported an armored vest, and unlike its own this one was not for decoration. A switchblade was useless against such material.

Kirito 2.0 stepped back and tilted its head to the side. It was very capable of comprehending complete sentences and concepts, even the most abstract. ”Ya callin’ yourself a weak piece of shit?” It asked, voice raised to a high pitch of curiosity. The Eleven accent was another detail added to its program. A replica was not a replica without the subtle details.

The target’s purposeful diversion didn’t compute, and Kirito 2.0 suffered another injury to its body. It reacted only with silence, and veered to counter the attack with another flick of its switchblade.

[attacks Kiri – switchblade]
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Stabbed in Hand -- 8.0 damage

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Kirito Miristioma

Pain erupted from Kiri's hand as the fake Kirito's blade drove itself into it. Kiri did not allow himself to scream though for that would only give the copy cat satisfaction. Apparently the mutt had a little more power and intellect than Kiri had first realized. However, he would not allow that to stop him now. He was the real Kirito with an actual living body. That thing was nothing more than a Capitol play dolly they sent into the Big Leagues, now Kiri had to prove he was better than what they could whip up in some laboratory.

With a hard shake of his hand Kiri ignored the robot's rude remark. It didn't know what it was saying. All it was designed for was to put on a show and fight. It could process but it couldn't think. It could measure its damage but it couldn't feel. Ultimately that would be its downfall. All machines have problems. Kiri just had to tune in on where exactly this one's was.

The hell hound pack were to reliant on one single order. Rowan was too focused on simply getting out alive. Key and her allies were focused on revenge. Now Kiri had to figure out where this hunk of metal's downfall was. The Hunger Games were the major point of short evolution. Kiri was the evolved form of Kirito, and now if he had to evolve again to survive he would.

Kiri's eyes still refused to lose pace of his opponent's moves. Every single inch of motion Kiri took into consideration as he planned his next barrage. No one was here to back him up this time. This was his debut and he had to prove himself the demon he was born from the darkness to be. He was a killer with blood staining his skin. He had locked Kirito away for a reason. To thrive and survive.

As the mirror finally began to move again Kiri spotted his new opening however an idea occurred to him. One that if he was right could lead to the enemy's defeat, he just had to hope he was evolving the right way. So without a second to blink Kiri flung his scarlet dagger forward into the new opportunity.

Kirito Miristioma Attacks Doppleganger With His SwitchBlade
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{Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage}

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[Python]

Basic battle tactics had been uploaded into its program before the final test run. Movements by memory drove Kirito 2.0 into aiming for an unexpected weak point – the tribute’s hand. Its blade punctured skin, muscle, and perhaps bone, and blood dripped into the wasteland’s dying soil. Kirito 2.0 didn’t know hesitation, and yanked its blade away a second after. The tribute didn’t display the usual reaction of vocalized pain, prompting the copy to tilt its head again. It noted this reaction as peculiar and stored it in its memory.

The tribute was assigned the adjective “tough.” An admirable trait.

Kirito 2.0’s outer layer was sleek with moisture, most likely a mixture of fog and sweat. Like humans, it contained certain bodily fluids. Blood and sweat were only two of them. It could feel heat, but didn’t tire. As the tribute moved to attack, it danced away and sustained a shallow slash to the hip. The damage was neither permanent nor significant. As it raised its switchblade again, its memory reminded it of the tribute’s silence. Kirito 2.0 had expected a response to its words. Perhaps that had been a diversion after all. Monkey see, monkey do.

”Why so quiet?”

It lunged.

[attacks Kiri – switchblade]
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Severed Left Ear -- 8.0 damage

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Kirito Miristioma

Again it happened fucking again. The moment the imposture's knife sliced his ear the sounds all dimmed immensely more than before. If Kiri didn't want to talk before he sure as hell didn't now. All he could focus on was trying to get out of the hell hole of a fight. He didn't care what the mutt had to say or do anymore. All Kiri focused on was the beast's movements as he drove his blade forward once again.

Kirito Miristioma Attacks Doppleganger With His SwitchBlade
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{Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage}

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Kirito 2.0 did not need both ears for optimal auditory reception. It had specified censors hidden away due to the design requiring only one ear to complete the identical replica. It had realized the disadvantage of the tribute’s missing ear upon sight, and now decided to use that to its advantage. It swung its arm at the perfect angle and sliced the organ clean off. Kirito 2.0 knew this wouldn’t deafen the tribute, but it would hinder his ability to ear and risk infection. Of course, the mission was not to eliminate the target slowly, so there was no reason to consider infection as a possibility.

It was supposed to destroy him today.

[attacks Kiri – switchblade]
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Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage

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Kirito Miristioma

Another cut causes more pain to swirl like smoke clouds through Kiri's aching body. However he would not give into the pain yet. Hell, he would never give into the pain. He was born from the darkness of murder and he was blessed in the blood of others. He was a monster made for this arena, made for the Hunger Games and he wouldn't let some cheap ass Capitolite copy cat shy him off. He was fucking done acting like weak ass Kirito. Kirito was gone all that there was left was him.

When the faker asked for a relief to silence Kiri held his jar shut even tighter. He wouldn't give the little shit anything he wanted. Not even a single muttered word. The only gift Kiri would give the thing was freedom from the Capitol's strings by slicing them clear off. This freak of a robot had come onto Kiri's territory and it was time for Kiri to start acting like he was worth becoming a victor.

A canon fired and exhilaration ran swiftly through Kiri's body. His blood was flowing but his heart was racing. Fire was lighting within him with the viciousness of a massive hurricane. It was time for Kiri to unleash the storm. The darkness that contorted Kirito once was ready to be expelled. Ready to stretch out far and wide over this arena. More importantly though, Kiri was ready to send this mutt back to its maker broken and utterly unrecognizable.

With the shadows fueling the power of Kiri forward he lashed out for the fake. No he was nothing like him. They were opposites who just shared the same face. He was just like Kirito, now it was his turn to be put down like a pathetic pig in line for the slaughter houses of district ten.

Kirito Miristioma Attacks Doppleganger With His SwitchBlade
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{Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage}

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Kirito Miristioma

The fucking copy cat falls as Kiri's blade slices deep into its leg. Adrendaline shoots through Kiri's bones like lightning as his mouth drools with pure acid. Kirito was dead. Kirito was dead. Kirito was dead. Victory. Victory. Victory. H Kiri was the ruler now. Kiri had finally shoved Kirito into the dark abyss of death he deserved. Kiri was now free of any possible shackles he once contained.

However Kiri was not done with the son of a bitch lying dead before him. He promised to make it unrecognizable. Oh and it was a promise Kiri was more than happy to follow up on. The pathetic little bot had given him a hard time but he was nothing compared to Kiri. NOTHING! Kiri was the monster of this arena and it was time for his darkness to sprawl from every corner of the arena. Hell would be let loose and blood would rain down from his blade as his war raged on. 

Kiri grinned wickedly as he bashed the bot's face in with his feet. One. Two. Three. Blood poured like water falls from its smashed face as Kiri laughed hysterically. It felt so good to watch as the beast's face turned into nothing but bloody mash. Kiri was the alpha and Kirito was dead and would not be returning... ever. The rule of Kiri was now enacted.

Kirito Miristioma Flees the Current Fight
Uses First Aid On Self For -3
Uses Bandages on Self For -1
More healing to come later on