misericorde loves company (oberon v callum v jj day 8)
Aug 3, 2020 2:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Aug 3, 2020 2:59:13 GMT -5
o b e r o n .
He wakes with the bitter taste of disappointment clinging to his throat.
Useless, he curses himself. Worthless. If there was ever a boy in this arena he ought to have been ashamed of himself for being defeated by, it was the boy from Three. No one would fault him for losing to a Career. Kenji and that dirty little Cyro had all sorts of nasty tricks up their sleeves. Even the kid from Nine was worth some of his respect, for facing down Daemon and escaping with all his limbs intact.
After yesterday? Why, he might as well have let himself get killed by that useless one-legged Eight girl.
Oberon groans, and the sound echoes against the hallways as he blinks his eyes open into the dimly lit corridor. How many others were even in here? His fight with the Three boy had been punctuated by a seemingly endless stream of cannons, and after the second or third he'd stopped counting, too occupied by the parry-and-thrust rhythm of their duel to care about what was happening with the other tributes.
Including Kahinta. Especially Kahinta. She could go off and get her empty little skull crushed by Dom for all he cared, and if she'd come back with him in these corridors he'd show her exactly how little he thought of her now.
He examines the knife in his hand - a spiral of twisted steel that seemed designed to prevent him from making clean slices - before dragging himself into the open, his leg protesting in pain with every step. He was dizzy, and exhausted, and sore, though strangely enough no longer thirsty or hungry. When was the last time he'd even eaten? He racks his brain, but all he can remember are the cookies he'd gorged on with Kahinta and the savory pies Ezra had made for all of them, and he scowls. Not worth the trouble, he mutters as the image of Poria whatsherface pops uninvited into his head, cooing over such temptations being oh, absolutely to die for!.
No more mistakes. No more dallying. No more making a fool of himself over the sort of fight that ought to have been more like slaughtering a pig, where domination was assured and nobody watching was supposed to have a moment of doubt as to his triumph. He'd hunt down every last tribute lurking in these catacombs, slit their throat if they were too late in waking up, and climb his way out of hell to make the Three boy pay for humiliating him, pies be damned.
He almost shouts in joy when the first vulnerable figure he comes across is the lumberjack boy from Seven. Wolf-something, or whatever his name was. He'd been one of the top threats on Oberon's list since the bloodbath, both for his personal strength and for his alliance, though evidently someone had managed to send him down too. And what better way to prove himself worthy of returning than to eliminate such an opponent before he could even free himself from the stone to attack?
Oberon spots a second stone divot as he lunges forward, plunging his knife into Seven. Callum. Their brief alliance had been fraught with tension, but that was really all Kahinta's fault. Callum had even tried to tell her to calm down, but she wouldn't listen, just like she never really listened to anyone once she got all irrational and angry. No, Callum was a reasonable and pragmatic sort. He'd recognize that they both stood a better chance of getting out of this place if they teamed up against the lumberjack boy.
"Callum!" Oberon calls out as the boy stirs from his position. "Come on! Get on his other side and help me take this dude down!"
[Oberon attacks JJ with knife]
3EDvQAVWPwknife
2019 -- Stabbed in Calf -- 8.5 damage
(Knife)
Useless, he curses himself. Worthless. If there was ever a boy in this arena he ought to have been ashamed of himself for being defeated by, it was the boy from Three. No one would fault him for losing to a Career. Kenji and that dirty little Cyro had all sorts of nasty tricks up their sleeves. Even the kid from Nine was worth some of his respect, for facing down Daemon and escaping with all his limbs intact.
After yesterday? Why, he might as well have let himself get killed by that useless one-legged Eight girl.
Oberon groans, and the sound echoes against the hallways as he blinks his eyes open into the dimly lit corridor. How many others were even in here? His fight with the Three boy had been punctuated by a seemingly endless stream of cannons, and after the second or third he'd stopped counting, too occupied by the parry-and-thrust rhythm of their duel to care about what was happening with the other tributes.
Including Kahinta. Especially Kahinta. She could go off and get her empty little skull crushed by Dom for all he cared, and if she'd come back with him in these corridors he'd show her exactly how little he thought of her now.
He examines the knife in his hand - a spiral of twisted steel that seemed designed to prevent him from making clean slices - before dragging himself into the open, his leg protesting in pain with every step. He was dizzy, and exhausted, and sore, though strangely enough no longer thirsty or hungry. When was the last time he'd even eaten? He racks his brain, but all he can remember are the cookies he'd gorged on with Kahinta and the savory pies Ezra had made for all of them, and he scowls. Not worth the trouble, he mutters as the image of Poria whatsherface pops uninvited into his head, cooing over such temptations being oh, absolutely to die for!.
No more mistakes. No more dallying. No more making a fool of himself over the sort of fight that ought to have been more like slaughtering a pig, where domination was assured and nobody watching was supposed to have a moment of doubt as to his triumph. He'd hunt down every last tribute lurking in these catacombs, slit their throat if they were too late in waking up, and climb his way out of hell to make the Three boy pay for humiliating him, pies be damned.
He almost shouts in joy when the first vulnerable figure he comes across is the lumberjack boy from Seven. Wolf-something, or whatever his name was. He'd been one of the top threats on Oberon's list since the bloodbath, both for his personal strength and for his alliance, though evidently someone had managed to send him down too. And what better way to prove himself worthy of returning than to eliminate such an opponent before he could even free himself from the stone to attack?
Oberon spots a second stone divot as he lunges forward, plunging his knife into Seven. Callum. Their brief alliance had been fraught with tension, but that was really all Kahinta's fault. Callum had even tried to tell her to calm down, but she wouldn't listen, just like she never really listened to anyone once she got all irrational and angry. No, Callum was a reasonable and pragmatic sort. He'd recognize that they both stood a better chance of getting out of this place if they teamed up against the lumberjack boy.
"Callum!" Oberon calls out as the boy stirs from his position. "Come on! Get on his other side and help me take this dude down!"
[Oberon attacks JJ with knife]
3EDvQAVWPwknife
2019 -- Stabbed in Calf -- 8.5 damage
(Knife)
you guys are feeling guilty rn??
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