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damned_institute2009-10-20 07:38 pm
nobleman) wrote in damned_institute2009-10-20 07:38 pm
Nightshift 44: The Coliseum
[Warped in from here.]
When Guy's eyes opened, it was almost as if he was waking up, and yet he knew that wasn't the case; he was standing, with a weapon in his hand, and somehow feeling far more comfortable than he had in weeks.
His gaze was on his feet, and it took him a few seconds to let everything sink in. He was wearing boots. His boots. And while being back in familiar clothing wasn't so new to some people, it was definitely a big change for him.
His head then snapped up and he realized just what he was holding. It wasn't Ashton's sword, but his own, the Jewel of Gardios -- and on top of that, Guy realized that he felt more powerful somehow. Did he have access to fonons? He had been working without them for so long, but it was almost as if he could feel them in the air now.
All of those changes didn't matter as much when he took in his location. The sphinx had warned them, of course, but the huge coliseum still impressed him, and what was even stranger was the way sunlight seemed to be filtering in from overhead. Was it actually day? This almost felt like he was in some sort of dream.
But that theory was torn into shreds when he eyed Sync, also in full form, standing across the arena from him. So what, they were supposed to fight? Guy didn't have a problem with that (it was what he'd come down here intending to do, after all), but he knew there had to be some kind of catch.
As he glanced to the side, he saw that Claude and Dias were in similar positions, except facing each other. "Wait," he muttered under his breath. No way were those two going to fight each other except in a sparring capacity, so what was going on? He wasn't sure where Anise and that other girl had gotten off to, but maybe it was for the best that they weren't here...
When Guy's eyes opened, it was almost as if he was waking up, and yet he knew that wasn't the case; he was standing, with a weapon in his hand, and somehow feeling far more comfortable than he had in weeks.
His gaze was on his feet, and it took him a few seconds to let everything sink in. He was wearing boots. His boots. And while being back in familiar clothing wasn't so new to some people, it was definitely a big change for him.
His head then snapped up and he realized just what he was holding. It wasn't Ashton's sword, but his own, the Jewel of Gardios -- and on top of that, Guy realized that he felt more powerful somehow. Did he have access to fonons? He had been working without them for so long, but it was almost as if he could feel them in the air now.
All of those changes didn't matter as much when he took in his location. The sphinx had warned them, of course, but the huge coliseum still impressed him, and what was even stranger was the way sunlight seemed to be filtering in from overhead. Was it actually day? This almost felt like he was in some sort of dream.
But that theory was torn into shreds when he eyed Sync, also in full form, standing across the arena from him. So what, they were supposed to fight? Guy didn't have a problem with that (it was what he'd come down here intending to do, after all), but he knew there had to be some kind of catch.
As he glanced to the side, he saw that Claude and Dias were in similar positions, except facing each other. "Wait," he muttered under his breath. No way were those two going to fight each other except in a sparring capacity, so what was going on? He wasn't sure where Anise and that other girl had gotten off to, but maybe it was for the best that they weren't here...
Re: Coliseum Stands - West
Anise raised her hand into the air, bringing it down on Dahlia's face in an open-handed slap.
"Knock it off already! Everybody knows you're faking!" the girl snapped, furious. She knew it wasn't exactly true; she and Sync were the only ones who had seen Dahlia's deceit for what it was. But it looked like that blonde was on Anise's side, so hopefully Dahlia would drop the hysterical act already.
It was sickening. Those men came along to rescue the two of them, and she didn't even care that they were suffering!
It was unclear if Anise planned to scream at her some more, or if she planned to strike her again, but she wound up doing neither. Behind her, she heard the loud roar of flames, and within them, an agonized scream. The girl froze, dropped the other girl's arm, and whirled around to look back to the fight.
Both of the fighters looked like they were inches away from death. There was some relief at seeing Guy still on his feet, but that feeling was overwhelmed with the dread she felt as he approached the fallen God-General.
Sync was going to die, here and now.
Anise felt her eyes welling up with tears, and she lowered her head to hopefully hide them. She didn't want Sync to die. Even though he was twisted, he was so much like Ion... But Guy had no choice but to do this. No, even if he had a choice, maybe this was the right thing to do. Anise hated it, but it was the only way to stop Sync from hurting more people.
Even though Anise tried to accept that, she couldn't stop wishing there was some other way, though.
Re: Coliseum Stands - West
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, that idiot. No, both of them were idiots. Who did they think they were, ganging up on her like that? The sting of that slap to her face spread in little pinpricks across her skin as the red welled up below it and by god if she couldn't feel her anger rising by its side. She was certain she got out a pitiful "Sto-... Stop it!" in an effort to keep acting, but from the look in her eyes, it was obvious she didn't want to play anymore.
Oh, Annie. Stupid, stupid, little brat. Her and blonde-bimbo both here were going to have to watch their backs from now on if they knew what was good for them because Dahlia Hawthorne? Didn't take that.
But what could she do right now? Annie turned her back to her and let her go to watch poor Syncie failing and Dahlia curled back into her seat, tears still streaming down her face. Goddamn it, Sync! You were supposed to win! What the hell was she supposed to do now, shove Annie from the balcony and hope Sandbags over there didn't put up a fight? Mad? Maybe. But not dumb enough to pick a fight she was outnumbered in. But with Sync being a drowning hamster over--
...well. Look at that.
Really? She didn't have to say anything right now. That plan to kick back and relax while everything played out like it should have? That was a good plan. She went back to it, eyes on the fight and smile in her heart.
Re: Coliseum Stands - West
The cold look Celes returned to her said one thing, as simply as it could: Attempt it, and I can and will break every bone in your body. And I'll enjoy it.
Now with Dias dead, and Guy apparently well on his way, Celes closed her eyes. She didn't know him well, and it felt somewhat dishonorable to watch. This was not a field of honor, anyway.
Re: Coliseum Stands - West
Anise dashed back to the edge of the seats, her hands gripping the railing once again. Her heart sank when she saw Guy fall to the floor, and a cold, dreadful feeling washed over her. It looked like his arm was broken... no, both of them were? She couldn't tell.
...He wasn't getting up.
Anise's heart started pounding hard. He managed to roll over, but he didn't move for the sword. He didn't climb up to his feet. Part of Anise knew it was because he couldn't, but another part of her wouldn't accept that. Guy couldn't be losing. He couldn't lose here!
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