{cinq en rose} speakers/sd/a+g
Apr 9, 2017 2:58:11 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Apr 9, 2017 2:58:11 GMT -5
anise himura
Et dès que je l’aperçois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon cœur qui bat
Alors je sens en moi
Mon cœur qui bat
She awakens with her head on Gabby's thigh. Brown eyes blink once, twice, fingers rubbing at the corners; slowly she sits up. Her neck aches - she stretches, slowly, closing her eyes once more. The muscles groan before finally relenting to her will. She breathes, feeling the air rush through her lungs and into her bloodstream, listening to the sounds of pocket whales murmuring in their dreams. The orca nuzzles her thigh before settling back down.
When she opens her eyes again, the sun is just beginning to rise. The mauve and citrine decorate the sky as they pack up their camp, and Anise can't help but recognize the same hues in Gabby's iris. The silence is different this time - less rigid, warmer. The pocket whales come out to play, nibbling and pecking at each other as they float among the breeze. And when Gabby offers her hand and a shoulder to lean on, Anise takes it. Next time they stop, they figure, they'll work on reinforcing the brace.
The shadows shrink as they walk; they know they've seen most, if not all, of the arena - their flight through the air told them as much; was it really three days ago? It's a lifetime since she was at the training center, eons since she had a decent cup of tea. And for once, as she takes her path step by step, she doesn't miss the flowers that bloomed outside of her window.
Perhaps it's the smell - the air is sweet today, the perfume wafting through her nose. And as if on cue, roses float down from the heavens. Anise takes one as it passes, rolling the silken texture between her fingers. "Huh," she murmurs. This isn't natural - nothing's natural in this arena, and perhaps this is danger that she doesn't recognize, but for the moment no one seems unnerved; the whales seem to be enjoying their obstacle course, weaving around as they glide.
It's when the roses keep falling that it becomes an issue, and as the whales dart back into Anise's coat her senses heighten. At this point the petals are clustered around their feet, but whip around them in a whirlwind. It begins to fall in waves, and she hears the world around them tremble and panic, muttations running alongside them as the storm careens through the arena. It's hard to breathe, the petals choking her and blinding her vision, making the ground difficult to navigate. - Anise grabs her partner's hand as they march forward; they may lose their senses today, but she won't lose her. Ahead of them, Gabby spots the mansion and they glance at each other. Anise flashes back to a day of falling this way and that, hurdling through the earth and back out again.
Screw it. As fast as they can, they hobble towards the front doors, the storm right behind them as their walk turns into a lopsided sprint. There's a thwack to her right but Gabby is still moving, and Anise can't see her amid the vibrant reds, pastel pinks, presidential creams. The mansion doors are open wide, beckoning them into the maze but there's no time for pleasantries as they dash through the doorway. They stop for a breather as the roses rush in, Anise's lungs moaning and heart running doubletime.
It's then that the mansion rumbles, ascending as quickly as it sat the other day. Immediately Anise grabs a hold of the nearest column, but Gabby isn't so lucky, stumbling backwards as they rise and rise and rise - Gabby's feet leave the ground her back tumbles back out the door as the roses flood their senses and Anise lunges forward, pressure all on the left leg as she grabs Gabby's hand and yanks as hard as she can.
They collapse in a heap as the doors slam shut, the mansion's rotations sending them sliding across the floor. Anise lies there for a minute, panting. The mansion is eerily quiet, save for the sounds of the rolling muttations traversing the stairwells. Slowly, they help each other up, and look at the towering mass of stairs ahead of them, spiraling in every direction. Anise turns, looking at Gabby for a moment before shrugging.
"Up or Down?"
After reinforcing the brace, they move. Gravity forces them onto staircases they hadn't seen, floors that had moments ago been the walls, but step by step they scale the beast. Anise glances to her left, to her right, the peripherals of her vision working overtime. She focuses on the sounds, of the footsteps that begin to echo in all directions, of the doors that open in the distance. "Keep your weapon ready," she whispers, as she slowly unsheathes a throwing knife and wields it for whatever comes next.
What's next is tributes, as she hears them around the corner. But right before them is Saummerand Demheaux, and she stares at him incredulously with an eyebrow raised. Out of all the tributes from 2, she expected him to perish before the proud and looming Hammerfell, certainly before Hela Loptrdottir and maybe even before Dreamurr - but here he is and here they aren't. There's a reason he volunteered after all; maybe Anise should have looked into it more thoroughly.
Slowly she peeks her head around, watching them make the same journey - they look worse for the wear and for a moment she contemplates them sneaking away, but that can't work for long. The walls may be marble and the rooms furnished for a queen but she might as well be back in the forest, neon lights flashing around as they dashed at Raven Barker; or in the land mirrors as Molly Malachite fell out of one universe and into another. She ducks back behind the wall and turns to Gabby. "Three tributes, all armored. The 12 year old from three, and the boy from nine. D10 girl's missing a leg."
It doesn't matter who they are. It can't matter one bit.
Anise turns to Gabby, making a quick glance at Saummerand from a distance. She doesn't know what this boy has up his sleeve, but if he wants to live it had better be something good.
"On the count of three."
Silently, she counts.
And silently, she attacks.
[attacks Riven; throwing knife]
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[9111 -- Knife in Forearm -- 5.5 damage
(Thrown Knife)]
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