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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 Floor - North
Watching Claude sink to the ground in defeat seemed to cause Guy's own limbs to slacken in kind, not that he was able to move them much in the first place. They had lost; that had to be clear to everyone here, Sync included.
As the God-General started to talk, a veritable monologue, Guy felt like the words were coming to him as if through a thick wall. It was like he was in a dream, and he could tell that his body was giving in bit by bit, unable to fight back any longer. His vision clouded and his eyes started to close, meaning that he was no longer able to keep eye contact with Claude. That was probably for the best.
Though Sync's voice was there up until the end, Guy wasn't processing the actual words as he gradually choked. There was simply no way to stop this, and he hated that it was like this; he hated that it seemed to be almost predetermined.
He had fought so hard to escape things like the Score, and yet in this most crucial moment he couldn't get away from what was apparently his fate.
With that unavoidable snap, Guy's body finally lost whatever last bit of life it had been holding onto. It slumped against Sync coldly, broken and bleeding.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
It was hard to believe that that soft voice and gentle face belonged to the very same person whose arm was presently clamped around Guy's throat in a deadly grip. And those words, which dragged Anise's buried feelings of pity up to the surface...
But they were lies, weren't they? They were true, but Sync didn't mean what he was saying. He couldn't mean something like that while slowly killing her friend at the same time!
Guy... Anise wished she had a chance to apologize to him. If it wasn't for her, this wouldn't be happening. Tears streamed down her cheeks, one after another, as she kept her pleading eyes fixed on Sync.
The sudden snap of Guy's neck caused those eyes to widen with shock. A horrified gasp escaped her lips, but that was the only sound she made. Her throat felt like it was closing up, and she found herself unable to scream or cry out.
Guy was dead. The realization made her blood run cold.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
And then the boy turned his attention onto Anise, speaking in a voice that Claude recognized from when he'd assumed the identity of Ion, not to mention all those times Sync had taunted him during the day. Hearing his words made Claude tighten his jaw, his eyes flashing. Just what the hell was he getting at, saying stuff like that?! Half of it barely even made sense to Claude. And yet even though he'd long ago figured out that there was a lot he didn't understand about the Auldrantian patients in Landel's, that did nothing to ease the growing hatred he harbored toward Sync.
But the more Sync talked, the thicker Claude's anxiety for Guy became. The thought of losing him along with Dias was almost unbearable, and there wasn't a damn thing Claude could do to stop it. But suddenly that all came toppling down the moment Sync decided he was tired of playing around, twisting Guy's neck in one horrifyingly swift motion.
For a moment Claude was too stunned to even do anything as the realization that Guy was gone tried to sink in.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
Or maybe he was just bored.
It was obvious that, despite his words, Sync felt absolutely no remorse for what he'd done. The fact that Guy was dead didn't seem to deter him in the slightest, repeatedly twisting the swordsman's neck back and forth while enjoying the resistance of bone sliding against bone. While watching Anise cry like that had been satisfying, he eventually grew tired of looking at her and instead focused his attention back towards Claude.
"..." At first the replica looked pained, but that expression soon disappeared from his face as he carelessly tossed that dead body off of him. Sync carefully stood on his feet, wavering slightly as he fought the urge to collapse out of exhaustion before making his way over to where Claude was. His movements were slow and sluggish, but he eventually dropped back down to the floor, sliding against the invisible wall until he was now resting comfortably in front of the horrified blond.
And it was there that he watched Claude, not bothering to say anything as he graced the latter with a half-lidded smile.
It didn't matter if the Head Doctor removed the wall separating them; he had won, and not even death could take that away from him.