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damned_institute2008-09-23 03:20 pm
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Nightshift 35: The Coliseum
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When she came to, Callisto found herself sitting in what appeared to be a small set of stands. That didn't last for long, as she was soon on her feet and staring around at her new surroundings.
Unlike the rest of the basement had been, this area was fully lit - almost as though it was daylight and they'd been transported outside. It hadn't become morning already, had it? Even if it had, they definitely weren't back where they usually were when the night ended. Was this what lay beyond the black doors? But the words carved in it had said that only those who had...
She glanced to the side, quickly. One, two, and she made three. Only three of the five of them were there. The two that had pricked their fingers weren't among them.
Callisto lunged for Goku instantly, meaning to grab him by the front of his shirt. "Why did you stop me?" she all but screamed at him.
When she came to, Callisto found herself sitting in what appeared to be a small set of stands. That didn't last for long, as she was soon on her feet and staring around at her new surroundings.
Unlike the rest of the basement had been, this area was fully lit - almost as though it was daylight and they'd been transported outside. It hadn't become morning already, had it? Even if it had, they definitely weren't back where they usually were when the night ended. Was this what lay beyond the black doors? But the words carved in it had said that only those who had...
She glanced to the side, quickly. One, two, and she made three. Only three of the five of them were there. The two that had pricked their fingers weren't among them.
Callisto lunged for Goku instantly, meaning to grab him by the front of his shirt. "Why did you stop me?" she all but screamed at him.
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The once-goddess had seen many types of powers and abilities in her brief time among the living, but this was one she hadn't seen before and she watched closer than ever. It looked like the fight wasn't going to be over so quickly after all. Excellent..
"Such a caring friend," she said with a smile. The shot in Goku's direction hadn't been missed.
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Qui-Gon was proud to see Obi-Wan make a stand...but he knew even so, before the pain hit, that it would be futile.
The minute mark seemed to be a lot longer and more intense this time around.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, weariness settling in him even as his injury blazed again. He couldn't even move, pinned again where he was propped up. The Jedi Master struggled to keep conscious, forcing his eyes open again even as he tried to deal with this new wave of pain; he made a point of not looking down at the wound, knowing what he'd see. A lightsaber didn't have a typical blade, but being impaled by one was an experience you didn't forget - you could feel it sitting in you, burning and sizzling, and that time before had only been a split second. Now it stretched into minutes.
His connection with the Force seemed to be getting steadily stronger. Qui-Gon knew why. His normal vision now had begun to blur and gray out, but his other senses expanded. It happened before, back on Naboo, when his body failed him. He could feel Martin Landel's alarming sense of nothing, the sheer evil in the room. Obi-Wan: he didn't need the commlink, still jammed on, to hear him and feel like he was with his fellow Jedi. There, too, was Goku and Callisto, both distinct individuals in the Force, Callisto's aura particularly chaotic and volatile, Goku's confused and frustrated.
And then there was Sanzo.
The arena floored flickered in his vision as Qui-Gon covered his deepening wound with one hand, but he still flinched instinctively as the monk finished his chant. Pure energy flooded the room, whatever Sanzo did blindingly bright in the Force, as if Qui-Gon was looking head-on at several suns and just as disorienting.
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As exciting as this fight was, however, she was getting antsy. Was that all she could do? Stay up here and watch? The situation was causing her to both respect and be pissed off with the man in charge. She didn't want to be just a spectator. There was so much more she could offer.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, she leaned further over the railing. "Will you two just kill each other already??" she yelled down.
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His eyes closed, Qui-Gon used the only sense that didn't seem to be failing him. He could pinpoint Callisto and Goku in the stands with him, sense Goku's own wounds, sense his concern, sense Callisto's own little dark swirls and impatience. Martin Landel - or, to be correct, his lack of aura, his void tinged on the outside with evil. Sanzo, glowing, too bright and all over the place, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where he stood, pure light in the Force pulsing and fluctuating.
There was the familiar snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting.
Obi-Wan had exhausted all other options, then. With the lightsaber out, he would fight in self-defense. It was difficult, with Qui-Gon's Force perception increased so dramatically, to tell whose pain was whose - he felt his own, burning in his stomach, burning right through and he also felt Obi-Wan's, felt something seem to pierce him near the shoulder. Slumped against his corner of the stands, propped up by one of the seats (the only thing keeping him upright), Qui-Gon couldn't control his emotions: he feared for Obi-Wan, felt real fear he couldn't simply accept and move on from. Even with everything growing dark, growing disconnected and yet impossibly more clear with the Force, Qui-Gon could only center on his fear for his friend. Somehow it was more real than even the damaged tissue and muscle he could feel from his injury.
It felt like that time with Tahl, when she had been kidnapped shortly before her death. There was something ugly and real there, something he could still feel there despite believing it to be gone all these years.
He opened his eyes and wasn't entirely surprised to see the world was blurry and darkening fast. His wound had been re-opened too much by Martin Landel for the delays earlier and now it was doing the rest of Landel's work for him. Just like the Head Doctor said, someone was going to die tonight. A little voice in Qui-Gon wondered if it would be him, if that would prevent Sanzo and Obi-Wan from killing each other. He didn't know. But the way his injury was undoing its healing from before, Qui-Gon knew he didn't have long.
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The mention of their prize caused her smile to fall away, however. While she was pleased that they'd been granted access to a new area of the building, not being able to bring along others meant that she would have to work with this group again or go alone.
Well, then she'd just have to go solo. She could take care of herself as long as she could get a hold of a proper weapon.
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