fighting against the mirror :: et vs et fakes fight

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Geo Venn And so, we ran. Fuck you, Krigel. Fuck you, Orion. Fuck you, Circe. Fuck you, Sexy La Torre. Right at the perfect time, too. None of the four were able to chase us, giving a pretty secure exit route out of the factory. Tybalt and I were fast on our feet as we ran out, and we even managed to take some stuff from them. Typical, actually, being prisoners and all. The prison break had to have been the best part of every escapee’s life. The panic as you make a run for it, hoping they don’t catch you. I guess Ty and I can laugh about it. Abel, if you’re watching me from your little spot in heaven, I love you, kiddo. We continue to run, and we don’t stop for quite a while. It felt just like escaping the bloodbath, except I knew that someone was hot on my tail, and I couldn’t be any happier for it. Tybalt Capulet seemed like a strong career, and the man could have easily helped them kill me too. But he didn’t, and that proves he likes them as much as I do. One-fourth of them are okay, the Big Gun Gunner, but the other three were scary and intimidating. Gabrielle, if you’re watching us from your throne, I’ll tell Bri you said you love her. I promise. It’s some time before we actually stop to set up a little spot to stay for the night. We’re still close to the factory, it’s still an eye sore, but the distance is fairly long. I sit just as it is time to reveal the dead. I’ll have to see Abel and Gabi again, their eyes will probably haunt my dreams with the company of the chimes. Rhyme Morales, District One. I stare to Tybalt, to see if he had any emotion. After all, Rhyme was his somewhat partner, but his eyes look out. Sometimes I worry about Ty. He seems to have such a large shell to protect him from feelings. Eventually, it’ll break. It’ll break and he’ll see his downfall. Even if I have to crack the shell myself. It skips all the way to District Six. Gabrielle O’Dale, District Six. I look down at the hard ground, trying not to look into those tempting eyes of hers. Her sister, she loved her, vice versa. How can we just rip people away from people they love? How can we just let them die… Noah Bowers, District Eight. Maya Xiaoqing, District Nine. I don’t really remember either of these too, only knowing that one was a relative of a past tribute, and the other one spoke to me once. She asked me how she liked it here, but I never said anything back. It was okay back then, Niney, but now I wish I didn’t please it as much. Abel MacLaren, District Ten. Simon Karnes, District Ten. Shit, I look up and see two people from double-digits Ten, both Abel and his partner Simon. Abel’s district doesn’t have a chance now for a victor. He had such potential, too. The chiming ends. I can hear the broken clock in my head ticking and tocking. You forgot to say sorry, make up for it, Geo. ”Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” I sorry myself to sleep. -|--|- When we wake up, we’re accompanied by movement. It’s Tybalt’s but he must see something or someone if he’s getting up that fast. I get up, grabbing my bag and then turn. Kill them, for Abel and Gabi. My eyes look straight at them, but then I look away. They don’t deserve to suffer a death like Abel’s or Gabi’s. They can’t die, no matter who or what they are. Kill them, before they kill you or Ty. I flinch, but I gather my strength and eye at one. I swing. ”Y’know, we coulda got Gunner here. She Torre that bitch up,” I say to Tybalt with a laugh, and put on my game face. ”Sorry,” I begin hearing the tick, but then I feel the dried paint on my face and the paint totally ruining my hair. Are you really sorry? They died, but overall you wanted to win. They’d have to die anyway. I knew it would come down to this. They would think the same if you died, Geo. I can assure you. No… Abel and Gabrielle had better thoughts than me. They wouldn’t… Would you like to go ask them or fight these bitches. Fight these bitches, no doubt about it. Are you really sorry? No. Sorry, not sorry. [attacks a Tybalt with switchblade (knife)] PQscR5Ppknife 1-2 [doppleganger Tybalt, 2071 -- Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage] Pun Tracker: +1 [has 4 puns total

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[presto] [/presto]

Tybalt Capulet The first moment that Tybalt and Geo could've ran, they did. Away from their captives, faster than they could give chase. Good enough to get out of the factory and still keep running, running further and further away from danger. Still clutched in their hands were their items, their weapons. Things needed for them both to survive. But there was nothing there to prevent the gut wrenching blow to the stomach to see Gabi's face, and Abel's up in the sky, next to their districts. And then the darkness, the silence of only one person sleeping in the night after, not the formally 3 that he was used to. He quickly shut his eyes.  *** Tybalt wakes into a scrap yard, which looked completely different to what it looked like in the darkness last night. And to his complete surprise, smoke appeared out of nowhere, and his eyes lurch to Geo. only to see him invisible, hidden by the smoke. And, in front of Tybalt, he sees himself, and two of Geo. He swings at one of them. [attacks a geo with bow] khBy5zPibow 1-2 [attacks fake Geo, 4008 -- Arrow in Chest -- 7.0 damage]

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[[nyte]]

Geo Venn Mark II

He was born through ash and he was born through smoke. Every delicate wire in his synthetic nervous-system popped into place with painstaking accuracy. And he could feel it, his birth, he could feel the way the scientists cut his skin to match his other's. And now they stand, face to face, and he cannot help but think how much better he is. The human in front of him is imperfect, clouded by emotions and by guilt. Could he really kill am man? Mark II could, he would slaughter his ally without so much as a second thought. He had no remorse, no feelings that were more than simulated haze that were easily swept aside. Oh yes, he could ignore them for the sweet, savory chance to end a human's life. That is what he hungered for. 

His ally strikes, arrow thumping dead in the center of his chest. He feels it. Blood pools around the shirt just as it would his others. "What are you doing?!" He screams, pain thick in his tone. "You're trying to kill me? After everything we've been through?" 

Mark II was perfectly capable of playing dirty, if that's what they wanted.

[attacks Tybalt -- switchblade]

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[Deep Gash on Left Bicep -- 8.0 damage]

Tybalt Capulet Mark V

They were mistakes. Imperfect. Mark V watched as Mark I and II and III and IV were struck down, light literally burning free from their eyes as they were killed. They were imperfect but Mark V was not. He was the spitting image of the tribute in front of him, down to the curve of his jaw and the part of his hair. The foolish tributes could not tell who was who. Perhaps even the man he was modeled after would question himself, humans were stupid like that. That is what they had programmed him to believe. 

And he was mad. A knife drags its way down across his forearm, dark red spilling upon his fingers. His own ally was so quick to try and kill him. What a delicious, delicious mistake he had made. And the bow string is pulled taught with ease, aimed at the boy who had just made his last mistake.

[attacks Geo Venn -- bow]

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[Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage]

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[geotribsit]

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Geo Venn Filler, sorry yo [attacks a Tybalt with switchblade (knife)] XBXEHKHXknife 1-2 Pun Tracker: +1 [has 4 puns total

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[presto] [/presto]

Tybalt Capulet Filler, sorry yo [attacks a geo with bow] CG6Kac10bow 1-2

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Geo Venn Mark II

His other falls and it is wonderful. Delicious. An arrow through the back of his head, blood seeping out onto his wounds. Death fills the air as a smile spreads across his cheeks. "Oh thank god you killed it." He breathes, feigning relief as his eyes meet Tybalt Capulet Mark V, his own cruel grin mirrored upon the droid.

"Too bad it was the wrong one." 

[attacks Tybalt -- switchblade]

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[Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage]

Tybalt Capulet Mark V

Perhaps his other was more skilled than he thought. There was a kind of sick pride that welled through him as he watched the other fall. They had been proven strongest. And even if he would be decommissioned at battle's end, wire's removed and for all intents and purposes, dead as the boy on the ground now, he would die knowing he was best. Knowing he was strongest. 

But for now he attacked the boy that looked so much like him because that is all he knew. 

Death and blood.

[attacks Tybalt -- bow]

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[Miss (arrow broken) -- 0.0 damage]

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Tybalt Capulet Filler, sorry yo [attempts to flee like the wind] FzkiUJ|91-3 [unsuccessful, faces another round]

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Geo Venn Mark II

He strikes again, cruel smile still pressed firmly to his lips. The boy was putty in their hands, dead as a doornail. Or he might as well have been.

[attacks Tybalt -- switchblade]

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[miss]

Tybalt Capulet Mark V

He stares at the slient boy in shock, had he nothing to say? Not a single word to speak to the men who had tricked him into slaughtering his ally? Boring.

And disappointing.

[attacks Tybalt -- bow]

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[miss]

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[Sage]

filler #3 I'm so sorry

attempts to flee
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[[nyte]]

Geo Venn Mark II

He missed, but this time he would not. Failure was not an option, not for Mark II.

[attacks Tybalt -- switchblade]

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[Deep Gash on Right Calf -- 8.0 damage]

Tybalt Capulet Mark V

His arrows were breaking and honestly, it upset him. Frustration sizzled at his finger tips as he pulled back the string.

[attacks Tybalt -- bow]

bow
[Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage]

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[Sage]

Ty was still in shock as he gazed at the dopplegangar and the one who looked like his ally but in fact was just another mutt, so distinguished by the cannon that fired as soon as he'd shot the arrow and it had embedded itself into Geos eye. Shit. He'd killed Gabis district partner so soon after she'd died. Did that make him a monster? A monster who killed his allies without thinking? He shook his head, trying to block the image out of his head as he fled, taking his allies items with him

[attacks his Dopplegangar]
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[4148=arrow in stomach 9.0 damage]

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[[nyte]]

Tybalt Capulet Mark V

i'm not really sure whats going on so i'm gonna filler?

[attacks Tybalt -- bow]

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[result]

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[Sage]

Ty gazed at his mirror self, feeling anger filling him as he realized that these things were the reason why he'd killed his ally, the reason why Geo now lay dead with an arrow to the eye and why Ty was currently rummaging through his items to find something useful. "I blame you, you stupid, damn handsome copy of myself and the other copy of Geo who was too cowardly to stay and fight." he spat before attempting to flee.

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

I just realized this fight wasn't finished, so I'm fillering for Nyte, weee.

Tybalt's Copy attacks Tybalt.
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4062 -- Arrow Deep in Bicep -- 8.5 damage
(Bow)

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[nell locke d5m [sitter]]

Tybalt's mind is spinning, confusion to how he ended up ending the life of someone that he trusted, and they trusted him. Geo and his jokes were ended moments after his fingers left the string of his bow. And even as the copy of Tybalt himself was trying to kill him, he wanted to get away, into the silence of being away from a fight, and to enter the fitful rest of the rest of the day and the night ahead of him. And all of apologies will be filling his mind as Geo's face comes into the sky above Tybalt. And on that, Tybalt begins to run.

Tybalt tries to flee
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