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illusion of victory }} sonja vs kantutzen Jul 7, 2014 0:39:30 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Jul 7, 2014 0:39:30 GMT -5

Never think your safe until you know you are… and in this arena you are never safe. You find that out the hard way, because just when you think you have escaped the evil grasp of the career pack you run into a creature which is even more terrifying. It towers over you, its eyes pinning daggers into your skin. You arms were past feeling anything. You knew that they were sore but you were just numb to them… it was sad really, begging numb to pain because your body was in shock and was reaching it limits. You stumble to a halt, your fingers shaking as they clutch your knife tighter. The thing was huge, and it did not only have one head, but two and both of them were menacing with long fangs that seem to drip with eagerness.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to run but something within you told you that that would be useless, that there was no point trying to escape the beast, the snake with two heads. You swallow hard, your mouth struggling to form words. “Potato, Ingrid, I think we are not safe yet.” The beast screeches but it does not focus its attention on your allies, never once allowing its two sets of eyes to leave you. It didn't even care about them, it was you it was after and you alone. Your blood runs cold and this time you manage to take a step back, your legs eager to get you out of here and away from the beast which wanted your head on a stake. “no no no no no,” you whisper frantically but then your feet seems to catch a ditch in the surface of the rather dry lake, making you fall backwards, your behind finding the ground, your hands following in a matter of seconds.

“I- I dont think it wants you guys,” your voice shakes and you scramble back wads in the dirt, your hand nearly loosing hold of your blade. “You guys should get out of here- run!” You tell them trying to climb to your feet without removing your frightened gaze from the beast in front of you. You didn't want the other two to die, you wanted them to live and you that if they were to stay their deaths would be on your hands and… and you didn't want that. You had enough death on your hands and if you could prolong their lives you would.

You don't hear the sounds of scrambling feet so you take a chance to look around you, your eyes landing on Ingrid first, than Potato. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you running? Guys save yourselves- please!” You beg them, your voice laced with a desperation which you didn't even know that you possessed. “Get out of here!” You scream at them one last time before charging towards the beast that stood loud and tall, just like that district two boy, the one that had effortlessly ripped your skin to shreds. I guess… I guess I was meant to die today- if not by that boys hand, but by the hand of this mutation created by the Capitol. Just like my parents I will die by their hand. Expect where they burned, you will bleed.

“Run!”

[attacks kantutzen -- knife]
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[Two Severed Fingers on Left Hand -- 9.0 damage]

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illusion of victory }} sonja vs kantutzen Jul 7, 2014 0:43:57 GMT -5

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Post by Python on Jul 7, 2014 0:43:57 GMT -5

I N G R I D E L W Y N

Potato had narrowly escaped their wrath, but the day was not over yet.

There was an alliance in pursuit, fueled by vengeance and rage and the gory sight of their headless comrade. She didn’t actually know if the force was strong enough to lure them, but they were travelling in sprints instead of strolls as a precaution. Her friends were in no condition to face those weapons again, not with their bodies soaked in blood and sweat. They needed to keep moving until it was safe to assume that they were far enough to avoid a second confrontation. We have to stop for water some time.

The cracked earth was perfect for eager feet. It was much easier to maneuver in this perished river than in the treacherous sands. In their hurried strides they passed pools of mud and pits of liquid, the blessing they had been waiting days for. Now it might cost them their lives since the careers had been staking this place out. They won’t stop me. She didn’t have a scratch on her – it was Sonja and Potato who were bleeding and weakened, and while they rested and healed she could collect the water and soothe all of their suffering bodies.

She lingered behind the duo, glancing over her shoulder every minute or so to check for approaching silhouettes. So far there was nothing in sight, just an empty riverbed and a yellow landscape. She didn’t pause until Sonja’s voice disrupted her train of thought. ”Potato, Ingrid, I think we are not safe yet.” Sure enough when Ingrid stepped forward to see what the fuss was about, a giant two-headed serpent revealed itself and slithered forward. Her hand found itself glued to the hilt of her knife. ”No no no no no.” Sonja’s protests only encouraged her to withdraw her blade and face the foul beast – or beasts, considering it had two heads instead of one, and four slitted eyes to spot its prey with. As Sonja tripped and toppled into the dirt it continued forward, ignoring Ingrid even as she stood boldly nearby. ”I- I dont think it wants you guys,” Sonja muttered, and Ingrid couldn’t disagree.

She ignored Sonja’s pleas and turned to Potato. ”Leave us, you need to rest. Try to hide, we’ll find you later.” If we survive, but Ingrid didn’t plan to let herself be devoured by such an unnatural creature. She stood by Sonja’s side and grimaced at the freakish thing. ”I’m not leaving until this abomination is dead,” she hissed. The creature’s hiss would be more fearsome than her own, she imagined, but it would not conquer her.

We can kill it, Sonja. They had no other option. This was Capitol work meant to be destroyed. There should be no victories for the false gods today.

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[attacks Kantutzan, knife]
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illusion of victory }} sonja vs kantutzen Jul 7, 2014 10:00:46 GMT -5

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Post by admin kay on Jul 7, 2014 10:00:46 GMT -5

AMPHIS & BAENA

Aeschylus, Agamemnon 1232 ff (trans. Weir Smyth) (Greek tragedy C5th B.C.) :
"Such boldness has she [Klytaimestra, Clytemnestra], a woman to slay a man. What odious monster shall I fitly call her? An Amphisbaina (Amphisbaena)? Or a Skylla, tenanting the rocks, a pest to mariners, a raging, devil's mother, breathing relentless war against her husband?"

Amphis lounged in the mud of the river bed, resplendent in the morning sun. She felt nothing except the warm light, the cool depths of their murky nest. She wanted for nothing but to lounge the day away. Baena, so unlike her sister (~~herself~~), kept her head at the edge of the sink, hissing and listening. She had not forgotten her sacred duty, to protect, to consume, to wipe the arena clean.

It was the rumblings of wheels that first disturbed her, a sun and a moon ago.

But it is the scream of prey that brings her forth from the murk.

[Baena attacks Sonja; teeth (knife)]

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[Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage]

Amphis, dragged from her mud bath, rising until she is eye-level with an intruder. The girl's short hair reflects in her snake eyes, and for a moment, it was peaceful. But then Baena - always Baena - lashed out, and she had no choice to follow, especially as their paws were sliced to bits.

[Amphis attacks Sonja; teeth (knife)]

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[Block -- 0.0 damage]

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illusion of victory }} sonja vs kantutzen Jul 7, 2014 17:20:28 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Jul 7, 2014 17:20:28 GMT -5

You hear Ingrid tell Potato to go to hide until we are done here and it hits you that she isa not going to leave, that she is going to stay and help you fend off the beast that thirsts for your blood. Within you you feel gratitude. You want to thank her, you want to hug her because this meant more than anything to you. For a while you had been battling weather or not to trust this girl. Slowly you had decided that you would. Now… now heir was no doubt with you that you could trust her. She could have left you when you told her to, saving her life, running far away until she could no longer run, with Potato at her side. But she does not, she stands tall, her eyes eager to kill the beast which threatened your life. But- there is always a but- your gratitude is meet with fear. She was not safe here. This thing, this two headed serpent could easily change its focus to her slim body- or that career pack could seek us out wanting revenge for that girl Tiger had killed.

You lunger forward, your knife sinking deep with the beasts skin, removing flesh that called that perch on the beasts body home. You smile to yourself. Maybe you could do it, maybe you could escape this beast- you and Ingrid. Your smile only grows as Ingrid mirrors your attack almost to a T. The creature hisses and screeches in fury before it lashes. One of the heads go for your left arm, its teeth grazing your skin, a pain that seemed to meagre to the dee gashes which painted your upper arms. You see the other head coming, blocking its path before it can even touch you, your knife straining in your hand as it clashes with the beasts teeth.

“I-I-I wont let you hurt her!” You hiss at it before dancing out of its way, your feet spread apart hold your body up firmly. Together we could do this… I… I just had to believe. Glancing over and Ingrid I give her a small smile in thank you, before turning back to the raging serpent in front of me. You couldn’t afford to miss… not even once. This beast was different to the ones with the horns. They could only attack once, this one could attack twice, and it would in quick succession. You had to hit hard, hard and true. “I’m going to kill it, I have to kill it.” Yesterday you may have bee hesitant, but today you weren’t. You were tired and you were sore and you were one hundred percent done with everything.

You attack.

[attacks two headed serpent]
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illusion of victory }} sonja vs kantutzen Jul 7, 2014 20:33:42 GMT -5

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I N G R I D E L W Y N

They attacked in unison; the twin serpent heads lunged for Sonja in a deadly dance and the two girls thrust their knives into scales. She listened to the squelch of slicing flesh and felt warm blood leaking onto her fingers, raking her blade down to leave a nasty mark on the creature’s patterned hide. When she stepped back with a knife coated in beasts’ blood she checked Sonja for bites. If there were any new scratches on her skin they weren’t deep, and they would not compare to the lacerations decorating her arms. Their fangs had not pierced anything vital, and for that she was grateful. She’s been close to death more than once today, yet she hasn’t died. It must be a sign. It was evidence that it was not her turn to die, not today. So instead, she would have to be saved unless she could kill this abomination herself.

The reptile was unlike anything she had ever laid eyes on. There were always slithering snakes hiding in the brush back home, and she would harmlessly step over them to avoid their strikes. They could be quick as lightning with those fangs, some dripping with poison while others would only draw blood. She had felt the wrath of their needles before – it would always sting and make her grimace, but they were children of nature, she could not hate them. Pain was part of the cycle, after all. If she happened to stumble upon a fearful snake and feel its fangs sink into her skin it was nobody’s fault but nature’s, and she would have to accept it.

This snake, however, was hideous and artificial, and she wanted nothing more than to slay it before it could take another bite out of her friend.

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[attacks Kantutzan, knife]
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illusion of victory }} sonja vs kantutzen Jul 7, 2014 20:36:10 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Jul 7, 2014 20:36:10 GMT -5

Your knife aims high. You aim deep but you don't succeed, your blade only barely grazing the serpents chest. A grunt of frustrations slips past your lips as you land back on the ground. A cat like landing that made the deep gashes in your arms burn as though they had been slammed with a hot iron. A small grunt of pain follows the frustration and it takes you a moment to gather yourself, pushing your bey to new limits to get back up on your feet. Standing tall and ready for the next strike. You didn't know how much longer you were going to be able to fight the thing. You whole body ached in ways that you had never get before. Your arms felt as heavy as lead, and you were sure that if your weren't careful enough your left one would actually fall off- i mean, it had been hacked up enough.

Suddenly Ingrid knife bursts through the eye of one of the Serpents with strength that makes its screams dies off in the matter of seconds. Its large head falling to the ground with a loud thump. The other head moss around a bit, but the things mast have one brain and Ingrid must have hit the right one, because it falls to, hitting the ground, lifeless. You feel like your knees are abut to collapse in on you, relief surging through your body making your mind run all over the place. Twice, now, you had been saved by the two people who you had had trouble trusting in the first place. The whole idea seemed so silly now, considering that you would be dead if it weren't for-

This is the games honey. They seem so trusting now, not they? Protecting you from death… but what happens when they know they have gained your trust huh? They stick a knife into your throat and they watch you drown on your own blood. I mean, you know me, say go for it, let them kill you by gaining your trust first, by putting your life in their hands and watching them squeeze until you burst. It was be beautiful you know, to watch your eyes widen in disbelief… I long the day.

You swallow hard. The voice was right, wasn't it? You wanted to trust these two people, you really did… but this was the games and in the games you couldn't trust, trust was what is going o get you killed. Trust was a luxury that you couldn't afford. Sighing You wander a few paces away from the girl who had just slain a beast that seemed impossible, you feet drawn to a puddle of rather muddy water- but water the same. You crouch down beside it, your hands snaking into the water. The water is cool on your sun kissed skin and you almost sigh in delight, splashing the water up your arms and over the deep gashes that paint your pale skin. It hurts at first, but after a moment the pain numb to something else, something more comfortable. You smile, dipping you hands in the water once again before running to over your face, cleaning it from blood and sweat and dirt.

Smiling you stand up and walk over to the next puddle, pulling out your bottle as you walk. You dig the plastic into the puddle and watch as water fills the hollow container. Your mouth begged you for water, it ached to taste the cold liquid against your tongue, it longed to no longer feel like a pice of dry cardboard in your mouth. and soon- soon it will. You pull your bottle out, liquid spilling over the edge and you have the undying urge just to pour the liquid into your mouth now, but you don’t, you lift it above your head and expel the liquid to that it slips from the plastic container and showers you with cold rain. It was like you were standing in the sun on a hot summers day, a rain pouring down from you from he skies above.

You wanted to stay like this forever but you knew you couldn’t so you bend down once again, and fill the contents of the bottle before piping one of those pills that Potato had given you and ingrid into the water. You had no idea how long you had to wait and your patience was wearing thin, so shoving the lid back onto your bottle you give it a rough shake, helping the tablet to dissolve faster.

When you could handle it no longer you rip the lid off and push the lips of the bottle to your own, before tipping it up and allowing the cold liquid to fid your tongue. As soon as it touches your tongue you feel your whole body relax slightly, enjoying the way the water seems to feel you with a new found energy. You close your eyes, not wanting the refreshing sensation to ever go away. A sigh escapes your lips as you pull the bottle away. “damn that is nice.” You look up again your eyes seeking out Ingrid. “We should go find Potato now, I hope he is okay,” Your voice the clearest it has been in days, the water no longer making your tongue slur some of your words. “The careers could be on us at any moment now.”

Suddenly a package very similar to the one that had landed in front of Potato on day one sails down before you. You don't even need to open the large parcel to know what was in it. Smiling, you remove it from its hold and tuck it safely into the hold of your belt, next to the knife- which seemed to insignificant compared to the log shiny blade of the sword.

(sonja flees)
(sonja uses f/a on self)
(sonja collects water)
(purifies water from tablet received from potato)
(drinks)
(receives sword from sponsorship)

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I N G R I D E L W Y N

Two heads, four eyes, four fangs but one life. All it took was one final plunge and Ingrid's knife was sinking into one of the creature's slitted eyes, drawing a final hiss from its open mouth as the tip of her blade reached its brain. Apparently two heads did not mean two lives – it shared only a body, and that was all, because the moment the blood seeped through the damaged socket its body twitched and went limp. Both heads dropped into the dirt as she pulled her knife back. Gore was glued to the reddened edge, and she wiped it clean against the fabric of her pants. Anyone would’ve called it a lucky shot, but Ingrid knew better than to think that. This was fate’s helping hand, a will to keep Sonja alive for the time being. I was meant to save her from this monster. She was grateful for her own decision to stay. No Capitol beast deserved to kill a friend of hers.

That was two encounters she had escaped today, which suddenly reminded her to turn around and check for silhouettes. There were none, so the career alliance had either given up or decided not to pursue in order to mourn their headless companion. Perhaps they would finally be left in peace. Pools of mud and water awaited them, and they needed the free time to fill their jugs and drink before their bodies wasted away. We also need to rest and heal, or at least her friends did. Potato was wounded severely in several areas – what if he had already fainted from the blood loss? The first order of business was to catch up with him and check the state of his injuries, yet the puddles of water were calling her name. Sonja was already indulging. It wouldn’t take but a few minutes…

She crouched beside one of the puddles and scrubbed her face clean with handfuls of muddy water. It felt like ice compared to the sweat and sunburn, and it was a relief that she so desperately missed. With wet fingers she ruffled her own hair – littered with sand – and rubbed the back of her neck, soothing herself with this blessing. If she had any saliva left her mouth would be watering at the thought of a refreshing drink. After their desperate scramble for safety Potato had handed them some tablets – iodine, it was called. It would cleanse the water of bacteria. All water should be trustworthy, but knowing the Gamemakers all of this would be harmful to human bodies, so she was grateful for the gift. She filled her canteen to its brink and dropped the tablet inside.

”We should go find Potato now, I hope he is okay,” Sonja said, and Ingrid rose to her feet. No cannons had been fired since the headless girl’s announced death, so that meant he was still alive and breathing somewhere. Suffering, but breathing. ”The careers could be on us at any moment now.” Ingrid nodded and took a small sip of her water. She closed her eyes and savored it, swishing it around to rinse her teeth and her tongue and every inch of dried tissue until she finally swallowed and breathed a sigh of relief. The water was worth everything.

They set off in silence.