Between the Lines {Runts Vs. Mutts}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It’s quite comforting to have a pack of three males guarding my back. Not to mention the safety Septys alone provides from his presence. After a long first day, a moment with the dudes is just what I need. Joking and roughhousing, despite our circumstance, is quite refreshing when considering the days to come. “But unfortunately I wear the pants in this family.” I tease while bragging over the attire none of them acquire. Even if I refuse to harm any of my friends, I will fight for my dominance in this situation.

A peaceful night graces us nonetheless, after escaping from the Cornucopia, and I find myself embracing the protection of Spetys. Will Lullaby approve of the decisions I’ve made? A strong man stands at my side, but shall she be disappointed that two other Careers don’t as well? Guess in the long run in doesn’t truly matter if I’m unable to actually receive her opinion in person at the end. For now I simply have to put faith into the few I’ve made friends with. And with that my instincts inform me to wake up for the next shift.

For a moment I observe the peaceful sleep of Septys during our close encounter. It kills me to know that only one of us will make it out. But for now I have to consider all of our survival. I peal myself away from his warmth. “You get some shut eye, I can keep watch.” I insist the one that has yet to get any slumber. We’ll be weak if one of us is suffering from sleep deprivation, and thankfully my offer is taken willingly.

“I’ll see you soon Lullaby.” I quietly speak out loud to the Cameras that may be watching. “Or Septys will.” Is added in as well. The last thing I want is for her to be angry at his return. If it is he, my accomplishments will be completed nonetheless. I gaze over to my alliance members for reassurance of their health. All is surprisingly well at this point. Who knows how long this luck will actually come to last.

And like that my vision trails over to suspicion in the distance. “Wake up, guys.” I take no chances as I force all of my alliance into reality. “It’s time to fight.” A single warning is given out before I spring into action to defend all of us. We all knew it would come down to this. And with that I swing to protect us.

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{Ruth Foster attacks Donn Cualigne ~ with Gallowglass Axe}

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{11166 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Axe)}

Accuracy:

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{11033 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage
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[*]

Day one has come and gone in the blink of an eye. The cornucopia gone in the blink of an eye in the middle of the night forcing us to take shelter among the sea cliffs. One moment I was with Thunder in the cemetary playing a childish game with the leaves and finding a bell and enjoying the life that I was given and then... *BAM* As my allies sleep, I watch them with earnest. They all have different lives to lead. They are their own persons. They have family and friends that are rooting for them to come home, yet for some strange reason, I feel no remorse for what I'm about to do. Remorse is for the weak as I have learned when I already killed a man back in nine. I dwelled on it for days and nightmares sunk deep into my mind, pushing me into a dark place, but the moment I came back home and saw Thunder and my family, it went away. Now, the dreams and nightmares have come back and I refused to close my eyes for the fear that I wouldn't wake up again. "Thunder. I'm here. Are you watching?" I ask in a whispered voice into the pre-lit sky. The oranges and reds of the morning sun rising welcome my concerns of this being only a dream. I'm fully awake and in this arena. I am surrounded by the pleasant sounds of sleeping bodies around me. Their breaths going in and out in a rhythmic tune. It's actually kinda calming and it lulls me off into a light slumber only to hear the voice of the female district one yearning for us to wake. I groan and move my body from the hard ground, moving my leg experimentally and grimacing but dealing with the pain. Today, I will not slow anyone down. I'm determinded to just buckle down. "It's time to fight...." I hear her say and that suddenly brings all the adrenaline I need to course through my veins. I stand with purpose, still favoring my bad leg and hold the spear with a knuckle whitening grip. Nestled deep in my pocket, I feel the bell against my leg. It sits there with the everlasting knowledge that I need to make it back home to my brothers. For my family. "I won't die today!" I exclaim, exaulting my voice to a deep, resonating voice toward the enemy that stands before me. Just like that dark, rainy day that I extinquished that man, I let my mind slip into a dark void and attack head on. Taurus attacks; Banshee Donn* J8|Z1vDMspear Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage

*Per aya, since Banshee doesn't exist. XDspear

[Muffinface]

The day, relatively quiet, passed quickly. When he rises from the planks of the cornucopia, his back snaps, crackles, and pops worse than the cereal his family probaly ate back in one. Dark eyes scan the treeline, and he rises to walk across the taged area, sitting quietly while his feet dangle over the edge.

A low sigh escape the young male as he watches the sun rise off in the distance, hands folding gingerly in his lap. Day one over, day one ending with the dipping of the sun. Just before they can all begin to relax, a terrifying shaking fills the ground, and it isn't until Septys flings himself from the cornucopia that he realizes just what is happening.

A curse slips from his jaws, and he saunters forward, checking over his alliance for any nicks or bruises.

They hike out to the cliffs, giving his racing mind a moment to settle and focus as they pick their way through the trees, until they all settle down for the second time that night.

His arms find warmth around the middle of the girl from his home district, wrapping around her waist, his body curling completely around her. He doesn't undress, and in fact, wraps the scarf around his neck and his bolt of cloth around his body like a warm blanket.

Ruth's voice rouses him, something not from his dream, and he instead forces himself to his feet. The snapcracklepop of his back is even worse from sleeping on the painful rocks and Septys almost regrets letting Ruth stay up the entire night by herself. His eyes scan the horizon, flitting between the treeline, a protective rush filling his veins.

This was his family now- two younger brothers, and his girl.

It is his job to protect them.

[SEPTYS LEXIG attacks DONN CUAILGNE with GLAIVE]
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[13069 -- Deep Gash on Forehead -- 9.0+1 (BLADES)= 10.0 damage]

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[flyss]

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N E P T U N E  L I E F D E

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Despite the fact that my legs are steel, my head still hangs heavy with the mist of the night, long after the next shift has taken over for me, and long after the time I would have normally fallen into the embrace of dirtied sheets and told myself that today's hardships were certainly not something that could hold me back. Of course, I still felt tired as heard the crickets call, and of course I still felt restless, even when my hedgehog curled into a ball at my side, but it seemed too serene for the gravity of exactly what was going to happen, for the gravity that people could be getting hunted right now, and I would have no damn way of knowing exactly who, or where that was taking place.

Before I could figure out the mass of incapability that was the universe, I was interrupted by a clang that was louder than infinity in it's own. Without thinking twice, I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder, looking around in anguish and confusion before attempting to scream, realising I can't scream, and instead wanting to punch myself because fuck- this would be an amazing time to not be crippled in this exact way. I run. 

And it pains me that I had to think twice about whether or not I was going to stay. 

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The anthem must have slipped through my fingers, I recall, as no sudden lightshows prettied me in the vagueness of my presence, but a part of me is happy that I did, because I'd rather be neutral in the dark than miserable in the sun, no matter what the price of finalization comes with. So I take a deep breath, and pull my aibell closer, until the night is but a dream and Ruth's voice is all that pulls me out of the trance that possesses. 

"Wake up guys, it's time to fight." And so I jump to my feet, grab my halberd, and with the embrace of the air surrounding me, I scoop up my hedgehog and swing, the straps of my backpack- still on from earlier tonight- moving as if it were it's own ambience and I was nothing but the stars. 

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D A M A G E  :  0 0

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[Neptune attacks Donn with his Halberd]


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13158 -- Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage
(Pole Sword)

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[Avalon]

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D O O M S D A Y
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{ D O N N  C U A I L N G E }

It wasn't until the treading of unknown footsteps along the sea cliffs that the Donn had grown slowly raging, the fires flickering within. He'd found peace among the solitude, as one of the Capitols token mutts within the green lands of this years arena. It'd been only about a day or so, the wanderers- the tributes, making more chaos than how order once used to be.

("Not up in here!")

The Donn stomped its feet, aggravated by the intruders that washed up like it was simply nothing. It hadn't taken them very long to begin rushing towards him, shoving their weapons in places they shouldn't be. ("I came out to have a good time, and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.")

Taking charge, the Donn charged its head down with its horns sparkling in the radiating sun light. Fire had ignited and steam was traveling almost as fast as Donn was- when he made his first attack.

[Donn Cuailnge "Doomsday" attacks Neptune Liefde]
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[3110 -- Shallow Cut on Left Calf -- 3.5 damage]

Fire Damage Roll
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[5 - Extinguished]

Total Damage
[3.5 Damage]

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Like a domino affect, the others awaken into the cruel reality of the Arena. Instantly they’re upon their feet and steadying for the battle ahead. Now do you approve of this alliance, Lullaby? We may not all be Careers alike, but we do not cower or flee from a threat. Instead we viciously charge for the Mutt as though we were the vigorous Bull targeting its victim. None of us will be defeated by any more of the Capitol’s experiments.

Disappointment invades me as my first attack fails to introduce our Enemy to my weapon. What has gotten into me? It’s as though all of my training over the years have evaporated from my memory. This is unacceptable. I retract the axe to immediately throw it again. The blade slices across one of the Donn’s calves, and thankfully the others are a bit more successful towards destroying this Capitol beast.

Nearly all of this Animal’s legs have been damaged, and Septys leaves a bleeding wound on his head. His fight must be dwindling rapidly, but confidence can’t be acquired until the danger is eliminated entirely. And rightfully so as the Bull aims a Horn in Neptune’s direction, and returns payback for his injured legs. This early on, the last thing needed is an impaired alliance member. This Mutt must be defeated before anything else might happen to one of us. So to no surprise I continue with the destruction of this threat, and proceed with another attack.

{Ruth Foster attacks Donn Cualigne ~ with Gallowglass Axe}

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11035 -- Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage
(Axe)200+11000

[*]

This is a filler, yo, because I have no time right now to write this sucker out.

Also, Taurus is all like.. you bull! I can take you! *attackles and punches*


Taurus Attacks Donn the bull
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Miss

Rerolling because of Accuracy:

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[Muffinface]

Sorry filler because I'm trash and Last Days of Judas Iscariot is running about 3 and a half hours. I'll fill it out when I get home later!

[SEPTYS attacks DONN]

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[flyss]

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N E P T U N E  L I E F D E

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I see it plow into me before I feel it, and if only for a moment- merely a moment- I find myself wondering if this might be the end, the last sight I may see being the thick and boned horns of a monster familiar with some, but certainly not with me. I cry out, but no sound flees from my lips.

To either side of me, I see my allies- Taurus, Ruth, Septys; Hawk, Foster, Lexig- and I take a staggered breath, the realization that I'm not dead fading into light before the stinging comes through to my leg. This is okay, I remind myself, this is okay. And so I ignore it, and throw myself forward, and throw my halberd forward so I can at least try to take back what I haven't yet lost.

The night creeps seconds closer. 

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D A M A G E  :  3 . 5

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[Neptune attacks Donn; halberd]

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13100 -- Deep Gash on Stomach -- 9.0 damage
(Pole Sword)

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[Avalon]

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D O O M S D A Y
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{ D O N N  C U A I L N G E }

Severe damages were being taken into affect. The burning, raging fire from within had flickered out of existence, just as quick as it was rising. Doomsday was in pain and collapsing slowly, and it was very clear to tell, despite how strong he'd proven just to be. Ramming the tip of his horn into the tribute's calf, the red blood that dripped in crimson beads was setting in some form of excitement in his mind. And although not much damage has been done from his end thus far, Doomsday rammed into yet another stand by wanderer. ("Have you prayed to Ripred, yet?")

[Donn Cuailnge "Doomsday" attacks Septys Lexig]
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[3169 -- Block -- 0.0 damage]

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

What happens when birth traits collide with forced attributes acquired through life? Lullaby presses me to concentrate on the fight, while Joy’s influence directs my attention towards Neptune. He remains relatively intact nonetheless, capable of standing and fighting as though he’s been untouched, yet his expression illustrates otherwise. Perhaps his inability to talk leaves more strength behind his emotions. Either way it temporarily has my focus split between the current Threat and the wellbeing of a friend.

The minor injury fuels Neptune if anything though, and he response to the attack with massive damage in return. A smile is evoked upon my cheeks, very much proud of the fighter Twelve is evidently becoming. We must continue strongly in this battle. Striving in this circumstance will only leave us in a better situation down the line. Already the Bull is suffering from his idiotic decision to target us, and I plan to keep it this way.

Suddenly the Donn’s long horns are carving through the air towards Septys. He’s the last person I’ll accept getting harmed, and my blood begins pumping with desire to kill. Thankfully he negates the intrusion being presented his way, but I’m still left with the dire need to end all of this. The Mutt is struggling with the power we’ve already placed into action, there can’t be much fight left in him. “Your battle is over.” I inform the Bull in a relatively soothing tone, as if this is a fate he doesn’t deserve. Our survival is top priority though, and I must murder for that.

{Ruth Foster attacks Donn Cualigne ~ with Gallowglass Axe}

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{11052 -- Shallow Cut on Left Shoulder -- 3.5 damage
(Axe)} 200+11000

[*]

I can't believe I missed. Twice... The damn bull in front of me is nothing but a mutt of the captitols and while my teammates are able to lay waste into him, damaging him to end his reign of terror, I can't. I can't even harm this faux animal. It doesn't stop him from attacking my friends though. He'll keep going and it was all my fault. If I had done better in the training center, then maybe he'd already be dead. Perhaps, if the capitol had provided me with a better hand held weapon, I could easily have stabbed it in the eye; peirced the non-present heart that this beast may have. Ruth is quick to retaliate against him after he aims at Septys and my heart drops. "Not him... you'll regret that." I mutter under my breath. As much as I feel the connnection between my teammates and myself, I know I don't want to see them die. I am too close to them from the past couple weeks to have to see them slowly waste away. One by one, this monster attacks each of us and so far, it's done little to no damage. My heart soars. From beside me, something catches my eyes and a creature, much like Septys' keeps my attention for only a moment and the Hawk settles its wings against its body on the ground as it watches me. This bird of prey seems to give me hope. "Hunter... I am a Hawk." Moments only pass by from the moment that Ruth attacked the mutt and the bird caught my attention and once again, I grip the pike with all my might and aim to peirce the bull without remorse. "Die..." Taurus attacks the Doomsday _ojruKyPspear Block -- 0.0 damage Once again, this mutt is quicker than ever. He see's me coming, damn leg, because I stumble in my footing. He sees me attacking. He notices where I'm aiming and just like that, he blocks my efforts to make him cease to exist. A roll of emotions flood me. Thunder is watching and if he's watching me fail like this, then he's going to hate me for the rest of his life.

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[Muffinface]

Quickly he withdraws, gazing down through the eyes of the beast. How the hell is it still fighting!? Its horns sway down low, meeting the stick of his polesword. A frown resonates from his lips as he backs away a few steps, gazing eagerly down at the once majestic beast.

"Think we can eat it?" he inquires, looking left and right to his allies in various states of duress. Blood drips from a small cut on Neptune's leg while the bull oozes and gushes blood from its position on the hard ground.

He shows zero sympathy as he flips the Glaive, resting on the stick head, and watching the creature suffer for a moment. His mind flash flickers back to the training center, where easygoing men and women spoke about the necessity of food and water in the arena; something he didn't bother to learn.

There were food drops in the seventieth games, and with a stark ache in his heart, Septys realizes he has no fucking idea how to gut an animal properly. Either way, the animal's bellows are sure to draw something larger, something more... Carnivorous.

The male from one lowers his blade even with the creature's chest, eyes gazing through the twitching, bulging muscles. Bull anatomy is similar to humans, right?

The pointed end of the weapon lowers, aiming directly down between pulsating veins, and Septys steps forward, putting every ounce of his weight behind the weapon. It bites, sliding easily into the muscle, fat, and bone of the animal while waves of crimson rush, bathing the male's pole in a shower of glimmering rubies.

He withdraws, removing the plug, and turns to his allies, glancing over their wounds.

Not too bad, everyone is mostly in one piece.

[SEPTYS attacks DONN with GLAIVE]

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[13058 -- Stabbed in Bicep -- 8.5 damage +1 (Blades) = 9.5 damage]

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[flyss]

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N E P T U N E  L I E F D E

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- Watches Septys slaughter Donn, eyes wide and open to the fact that their teamwork brought down a beast of this size and magnitude

- Sighs in relief after the beast has fallen, his grip on his halberd loosening at the idea that the fight is over

- Turns to smile at his alliance, making sure that none but him suffered any damage, and becomes startled when the Banshee's screech blasts through the air around them 

- Not knowing what to do, he whips around and immediately pulls his halberd to his chest before attacking, the force of his swing possibly coercing a grunt from his core, had he been able to make any sound whatsoever 


Filler. I'll possibly fill it in when I finish my dinner and homework for the night but idk. 

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D A M A G E  :  3 . 5

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[Neptune attacks the Banshee; halberd]

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13020 -- Shallow Cut on Right Shoulder -- 3.5 damage
(Pole Sword)

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[Avalon]

on a side note
i regret nothing
i saw this opportunity
and i took it

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Y O ' B O N - S H I I'
V I S S E R
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{ B A N S H E E }

Wandering along the endless fields throughout the arena, she'd followed along the blood that caked in a trail across the cliffs. Leaving her younglings in the den, back to where they dwell, she traveled endlessly looking for the forsaken bunch. It was as though she had seen it in a vision, perhaps because it was, a foreseen death of sorts. Coming along a certain group of tributes, hovered along the corpse of the Donn, it was in Yo'bon-shii's nature. Slithering like a serpent through the open cracks behind them, she opened her mouth and s ear deafening screeeeeEEEEECH forced its way from her body and into their minds. It wasn't until one turned towards her, weapon wielded high in hand like a sacrifice, that it'd struck down upon her. 

And it was out of instinct to fight back-
So her talons ripped black, leaving them stained in red.

[Banshee "Yo'bon-shii' Visser" attacks Neptune Liefde]
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[2033 -- Block -- 0.0 damage]

@ my luck

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