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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 7, 2017 16:02:08 GMT -5

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Post by LAIN 🍽 1M | Mattio on Nov 7, 2017 16:02:08 GMT -5

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tobias staite

we rest; a dream has power to poison sleep.
we rise; one wandering thought pollutes the day.
we feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
embrace found woe, or cast our cares away.

It’s truly unbelievable to see something or someone you’ve spent a significant amount of time with all of the sudden disappear. Like the speed of light or blink of an eye, everything that I lived and breathed for in the past few days turned into nothing within seconds.

At first, I do not notice what happens to Bruce. My eyes fixate on the two girls who swing their axes at me, their blades curving deeper and deeper into my skin. From my legs to my stomach to my arms, I see the torn skin release it’s all too familiar crimson reds.

I was never a fan of blood ever since the liquid typically found inside the body felt was neatly glossed around every corner of my dreams. It was the centerpiece of my consciousness. I saw it pool in Ezekiel’s bed, I saw it stain the sheets. I saw it turn him into an unfamiliar person.

I saw.. I saw..

”His head!”

I saw my everything turn to nothing. Through deja vu, I see it again.

The ivy cushioned Bruce’s head as it fell, but this moment was the most violent thing I’d seen in a long time. His head and neck detached, and a cannon blew.

I knew it was Bruce’s.

I look at the blood that practically pours from the sever lines, and suddenly, I don’t look at him the same anymore.

This morning- or whatever time it was right about two or so hours ago- I saw bravery, fearlessness. I saw the power and hunger for survival in his eyes, and I respected it. But now I see sorrow. Three days of fighting and courageousness, only to fall on the fourth day and receive nothing but painful death.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The words play on repeat as I hesitate for a moment.

Do I stop fighting? Do I give up to go mourn him?

I feel the tears once more begin to pocket under my eyes.

”BRUCE!”

He’d want me to keep fighting. Bruce Clayton would want Zagreus and I to survive.

I let my scream for him count as mourning for now, but I realize that I need to fight.

Fight for Bruce. Fight for Ella.

Fight for myself. Fight for my happiness ~~if there’s any left.~~

I stab my spear at the nearest entity aside from Zagreus, and it just so happens to be the girl who scraped skin off of my body last.

Keep fighting, Tobias Staite.

Your dance of Ring Around The Rosie is not finished yet.

[tobias attacks mariela; javelin-turned-spear (spear)]
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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 7, 2017 19:21:57 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Nov 7, 2017 19:21:57 GMT -5

Atlas Shim

Once as a child I was left alone for several days while my parents worked extra shifts. One of those nights a terrible storm shattered the windows in my room. Fear and panic pulsated through my heart, safety fleeted and ground vanished. Through this hectic haze I ran out into the trumpeting thunder and into the cascading walls of water from the crying clouds. The world around me was warped with endless evil while tears were streaming hot down my cheeks.

I remember I ran for an hour straight that night with both of my feet falling constantly against the ground. I remember the way soreness stretched across all of my muscles for days after, it was a reminder of how far I ran away from the terror tearing through my chest. There have only ever been a few moments that have thrust my endlessly devoid soul into such pitiful peril. I wasn't ready for the sheer shock that was coming my way with the brutal strike of Bruce Clayton.

Beneath the bounties of blood prosperously filled by filleted enemies, my attention was solely sewn to Cynthia. Her words were wicked and inspired by insidious intellect I had seen in our battle on a board of chess. Curiosity clearly was controlling each inch of her attention and on my part, ignoring such a demand from one with such power in this place would be idiotic. Not to mention, for the time being she struck out at the same boy who battled against me. For now I accepted that we had no quarrel.

While the rest of the blood grown flower blossomed I give her what she wishes and speak of the events which led to our Hammerfell's fall. "They luckily surprised us while Kraygon was fixing up Rhaegar. They ambushed us but they weren't expecting our strength. While Kraygon and Rhaegar stuck by each other's side Josephine and I worked together to kill Ella. Only once we died did we realize how badly Rhaegar was hurt." I paused for a moment while the anger of the story apexed once again within my mind. "Bruce killed him while he defended Kraygon's escape to us across the pond."

Cynthia seemed utterly annoyed and confused as her response was merely. "How did someone as small as blondie kill Rhaegar Hammerfell?" This is where we return to the present.

Before a response to Cynthia can be said for one of the rare instances in my life I shatter into surreal shock. Pain siphons away any rationality I have and drowns me in agony. Water and darkness well within my eyes as a sudden shift in my weight crashed down onto my left leg, I fall to the floor. Next to my eyes a river of red runs from my severed right leg.

Overhead I barely register any sounds or screams or heads being lifted from bodies, I only feel the cold creeping over my body as my hands take hold of the human closest to me at the moment. "Kray... Kraygon... my... my... my..." The word leg is never able to leave my mouth as I sit clutching him still in blatant disbelief.

I don't know what it is that allows me to get back up to my... foot, but it happens. I stand shaking with the world spinning as my blood surely streams from my stump. I force myself to keep fighting, to keep breathing for a single reason. If I can stay alive with one leg for at least a day, I'll never be forgotten. My fingers find my axe's handle as I hop weakly forward, for being remembered. I swing escaping the shackles of my shock for at least a second.

Atlas attacks Zagreus Moon with Bloody Axe
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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 7, 2017 21:31:58 GMT -5

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Post by lance on Nov 7, 2017 21:31:58 GMT -5

Her blade digs into the boy's thigh, a solid hit, and she grinned. She withdrew, bracing for the inevitable counterattack, but it never came.

Why does no one in this arena seem to have an ounce of self preservation instincts? she thought, torn halfway between amusement and annoyance.

Though, to be fair, if he wants to die that badly, then who am I to complain?

Atlas pulls up to her side, and his explaination was a story in itself - starting with how they had been ambushed by Staite and his allies the day before, and how he and Josephine had worked together to kill his own district partner in the process.

That was all well and good, even when he got to the part where Rhaegar had served as the rear guard for their escape - a fact she could believe, given his nearly suicidal pledge from day two - but when he got to the part about Rhaegar falling to the boy from Three of all people, she couldn't help but scoff in disbelief.

"How could someone as small as that kid kill Rhaegar Hammerfell?" she inquired. Did I really weaken him to the point that a-

It wouldn't be Atlas that would answer the question for her, but the boy in question himself. One moment, he was focused on dealing as much pain to Mariela as he could; the next, he'd broken away and set his sights on Atlas instead.

One second, he was standing in front of her, mostly in one piece and otherwise unharmed. The next, he'd collapsed to the ground in a scream of pain - but only part of him, for his right leg had been neatly removed from his torso, and by default, the rest of him in the process.

How the fuck-

"Ah," she managed after a few seconds of stunned silence, her voice an octave higher than it had been mere seconds ago. "That's how."

She readied her sword for battle, but once again, she proved too slow. Truus appeared from behind, tailed by Josephine, the fury in his eyes having only intensified, and struck for his leg.

And then the girl from Eleven swung, neatly separating Bruce's head from his shoulders.

She blinked. Somewhere off to her left, Hayden was screaming.

"His head!"

Had it been any other moment, she would have responded with a snarky retort, or perhaps something laced with sarcasm. But for once, words failed her as the weight of the situation crushed down with newfound severity.

Atlas could have been her. Bruce could have been her. Two different pawns on the chess board, their lives forever altered or ended with a single swing of a sword.

Yet by some luck of the draw, she was unharmed.

"Holy fucking shit," she finally breathed, voice no higher than a whisper.

That could have been her. That could have been Hayden. That could have been-

Oh, shit.

Though Hayden had been the first to capitalize on the shock and awe, it had done little to deter the boy from Eight from striking at Mariela. And worse, Staite had stepped in where his now deceased ally had left off, joining the fight.

And she moved, for it still could be, but not as long as she could do something about it.

Eight had ignored her warning, so in return, he would get his just due, through bone and through blood.

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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 7, 2017 22:39:21 GMT -5

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Post by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes on Nov 7, 2017 22:39:21 GMT -5

I ' M F A L L I N G A P A R T

KRAYGON TRUUS

LEAVE ME HERE FOREVER IN THE DARK.

Walls come crumbling down. I'm stuck in a storm, teeth chattering as my eyes dart back and forth from person to person before finally resting on Atlas. His entire leg is gone, and I don't understand why he chose to attack him when he didn't do anything. A crimson river splatters against the ground saturating the twisted surface only making the smell even worse.

His words barely reach my ears, and I'm trying to help him. Trying to make sure he stays alive, but I can't imagine the pain, and all I can see is Esme toppling over when the blade severed her leg. It was painful to watch. Her screams haunt me mixing with the whispers of the wind, but I know she's with me. I know she's guiding me through this terrible place so I can maybe walk again in the sunrise. The darkness is dangerous. It's consumed my family twice, and I'm just praying that it doesn't take me with it.

Pivoting around on my toes, I focus on Atlas giving him a hand. Helping him stand.

"Hold on. I got you."

I can't promise to keep him alive. I can't promise to give him his leg back because it's lying on the rotten surface decaying itself. Nothing will make it better. Nothing will fix what the kid has stolen. He took the life of someone I cared for. He's crippled a friend.

And my thoughts barely register.

Everything is silent, and I can hear the sound of metal swooshing through the air, but the deafening thud only reminds me that I'm still alive. I'm still breathing as I make my through through the eternal torment I was chosen for. Ma always said what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and right now I don't understand what she meant.

A kid died.

His head rolled from his body. A volcano of blood erupt from his neck, and I'm standing there unable to move. It's only now that I see him for the kid he truly is, and it's too late to fix it. Too late to do anything.

A muffled scream escapes my lips, and I can't get it to stop. My stomach twists and turns, and I feel like I'm going to be sick. The thundering of his cannon sends chills up my spine as I grip the wooden stake even tighter since it's a lifeline barely keeping me alive.

Josephine scares me, yet I'm on her side for now, and I only hope she doesn't turn that sword against me. She's killed twice, and I've done nothing but mess up. I'm a failure in my own way, but I'm still alive. As long as my lungs expand, and my heart beats, I'm going to fight for everything that I believe in. Every promise I've ever made stands out more than ever, and I need to fix the broken. The chains of yesterday shouldn't hold me back anymore since I'm alive.

For now.

I take a deep breath trying to calm my shaking nerves. I want to run away because nobody else needs to die here, but nobody is leaving. Everyone is still fighting, and my hands are shaking - it's a miracle I haven't stabbed my own eye out yet.

My heart gallops inside my chest.

I don't know what to do, but I can't just stand here trying to make up my mind. Hesitation can get someone killed. It can end the life of anyone gathered around, and Atlas doesn't have the time to spare. I remember what Rhaegar said about killing the career's allies just days ago. I want to help him. I want to keep his memory alive, but I don't know how anymore. I'm just a weak vessel being tossed around in the orange haze of the moon. Attacking the girl is the last thing on my mind, and yet I have to do it to keep myself and my almost friends alive.

I wish I could apologize, yet it would only make it worse.

It's just...I have to do this.

Not for myself, but for Rhaegar, one of the bravest men I'll ever know.

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Kraygon attacks Mariela | Spear
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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 8, 2017 13:50:50 GMT -5

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Post by solo on Nov 8, 2017 13:50:50 GMT -5

Josephine Emerson

It all happens too fast. I've been one step behind everyone, picking up the pieces they leave behind and trying to put them back together into whatever it was before. But then suddenly I step ahead and I'm moving too quickly. Blade in the hair, knuckles turned white against the handle, everything too bright and too fast and too close. My heart leaps into my throat and I feel sick, like I almost know something bad is going to happen.

My weapon catches something and I close my eyes.

Thud.

It's a different sound then the one I hear yesterday, but the feeling I get is the same. My stomach twists inside of me, some wicked thing clawing at my insides. It didn't happen. It didn't, it couldn't have.

Breath rushes out of my lungs and I turn away because I can't look, I won't look. If I never see it, maybe I'll convince myself it didn't happen.

I can't stay. I can't stay here, not with the boy's friend watching me, not with fresh memories coursing through my mind, bright lights flashing behind my eyes until I can't see what's in front of me.

Somewhere between the lights I recognize a face.

"Kraygon," the word is choked, my throat closing over. There's something wet on my cheeks. "Kraygon, I want to leave. Please...please we have to go."

I don't want to stay here another second. But then another face blocks the one I recognize, and she's in my way.

[ Josephine attacks Mariela ]

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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 9, 2017 13:17:15 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Nov 9, 2017 13:17:15 GMT -5

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dis a filler flee famalams so we can all flee and do our maint and shiz and also bc i lack the skill to write hayden as well as nyte does :joy: she'll fill this in though when she has time!

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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 9, 2017 13:21:42 GMT -5

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Post by djed carnelian . d8m [kap] on Nov 9, 2017 13:21:42 GMT -5

Pain without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Filler flee because I’m rather busy rn

[Zagreus flees]
[other stuff in maint.]

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand

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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 9, 2017 19:45:09 GMT -5

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Post by LAIN 🍽 1M | Mattio on Nov 9, 2017 19:45:09 GMT -5

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tobias staite

we rest; a dream has power to poison sleep.
we rise; one wandering thought pollutes the day.
we feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
embrace found woe, or cast our cares away.

Zagreus Moon pulls on my side.

"Tobias, we have to go," he tells me, tugging on my arm. The girl who killed Ella and Bruce strikes down another. I still haven't gotten her name down packed, but had she not done that, I could have ended up lying on the floor like Bruce, detached and removed from life.
I look at the girl and her allies with a painful smile to show my gratitude before Zagreus once again pulls me further away from the fight.

I feel like blood once again slowly make it's way down to my feet. It's good warmth considering the arena is much colder than what I'm used to, but other than that, the blood allows for the teeth of pain to sink deep into my body.

I limp away with Zagreus, but I have time to look back once more at Bruce's blonde hair and beaming eyes.

My heart sinks.

I've failed another one.

I can't fail the final one.

[flees dab dab dab]

Last Edit: Nov 11, 2017 11:38:15 GMT -5 by LAIN 🍽 1M | Mattio

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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 9, 2017 21:00:32 GMT -5

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Post by lance on Nov 9, 2017 21:00:32 GMT -5

because it's filler, filler night *insert musical note*

basically cynthia's feeling like 100 different emotions at the same time bc of the severings and now mariela dying and basically ya girl is having an existential crisis which will most likely be covered in my day 5 intro so stay tuned dab

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divided we fall {CoS vs. Berserkers vs. SS Day 4} Nov 9, 2017 22:12:08 GMT -5

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Post by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes on Nov 9, 2017 22:12:08 GMT -5

I ' M F A L L I N G A P A R T

KRAYGON TRUUS

LEAVE ME HERE FOREVER IN THE DARK.

Invisible hands claw at my throat making it impossible to breathe as another cannon sounds.

Mariela lies on the ground next to Bruce, and I'm unable to comprehend what just happened. The words of Rhaegar flies back to me, and now I understand. All of Cynthia's allies must fall before you conquer the one in charge. Two are dead. Only one remains.

But soon everyone is running away, and I'm left alone with sorrow filled eyes glaring at the deceased tributes.

Somewhere deep inside I feel bad for Bruce's family. He's just a kid, and not even a kid deserves to die. Yeah, he killed a friend, and I set out on revenge, but watching his head fall from his body only makes everything worse than it already is. Esme was so young when she entered the games, yet she was a fighter. Bruce was a fighter, and I have to hand it to him. All the anger I once felt slowly fades away only for remorse and guilt to replace it.

I didn't know either of them, and that's perfectly fine with me.

But someone, somewhere is mourning for them.

I can't stop myself from thinking about their families. Someone back home had to have been hopeful their loved one would miraculously return home alive - that isn't the case anymore. I had the same hopeful feeling when Esme was reaped, but it was soon washed away the moment a spear penetrated her delicate eye. Hope doesn't exist in a world where it isn't allowed. It's wrong to have even a tiny bit of hope because someone will reach up and smash it like a tiny bug.

"I got you." My voice is quiet as I wrap my arms around Atlas helping him escape alive. Very little hope exists right now, but it's not over for anyone until their cannon fires. Perhaps keeping him alive is selfish, however, I feel like he isn't ready to die.

Pivoting around, my eyes lock on Josephine, and I'm unsure of what to say. She's killed three people while I have killed none. I don't know how it feels to take the life of another human being, but I can only assume it's not the same as taking the life of an animal sent to slaughter.

That's what we are, though, animals awaiting slaughter.

"Come on we have to go." I try to urge her along, but I don't want to rush her, and I definitely don't want to push her. She's on my side, and I want it to stay that way. i want to remain allies with her until there's absolutely no way. She has to die if I want to make it out of this alive, but for now I will help her as much as possible.

Slowly moving forward, I hope to leave the terrible smell behind, but more importantly, I hope to give these two a chance to rest.

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Last Edit: Nov 18, 2017 14:43:56 GMT -5 by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes

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