The Bloodbath
Feb 26, 2022 15:00:53 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Feb 26, 2022 15:00:53 GMT -5
[ malaki-boden w/a 8f | intro | ROLL ]
malaki-boden w/a
aka "kiibo"
He looked over their credentials again. He didn't need to. He'd been using his nights to study all sorts of new things—the most frequently utilized weather patterns used in the past ten arenas, previously employed tactics used by the 63rd victor herself, lists upon lists of data regarding optimal alliance selection—and he may have even hacked peeked at the camera feeds of the muttation zoo just to watch them sleep. They looked far less capable of tearing a person limb from limb when their names were all lit up in the corner of the security feed.
He'd like to say he got the proper amount of rest for a person his age, but the facts were different. He'd woken up rather suddenly in an unfamiliar place—one he had come to know as 'the prep room,' based on what everyone around him was saying—where doctors and stylists moved around him rather hurriedly.
"Can't you just give him something?" Kiibo blinks to help his eyes readjust. Another voice, different from the one before, muttered under breath. "I know you have something, fuckin' Shady Sam-"
"She can't just give him drugs to enhance muscular function before a Bloodbath, you feather-brain," an interjection, voices overlapping, faces coming into view. "Stop it! Both of you!"
"FIX. HIM. THEN."
"Keep your voice down or we're all screwed-"
"Move, shit, hehastogorightfuckingnow."
He finds it incredibly difficult to stand, but he'd come to the conclusion while his new entourage was helping him into a wheelchair that while he had been trying to redirect more power into his Ultimate Victor set-up—that's what he'd been calling the super computer he'd been building in his room ever since he'd gotten here—and, though he hated to admit such faults-
He must have electrocuted himself.
"Do I have any burns?"
He looks himself over, sitting up and wiggling his fingers and toes as everyone around him nods and rolls him along where he needs to go. He doesn't see any. They must have removed them already, replaced old skin with new.
And he couldn't tell they'd done that either.
What else changed when he wasn't conscious? What things could they have done that he might not have seen? Did they replace his heart with metal to keep it beating? Was he already made of metal parts, was Madison correct? Would he know?
He looked at the spot where electrical burns should stretch like pale webs across his skin. Only there was nothing. Only the scars that had been there when he'd tried to carve into his skin to see it his bones were made of titanium.
And while he was wondering all that he was getting propped up inside a glass tube and a platform was raising him up into a heat so blistering he saw it in his eyes.
And then chaos.
He'd like to say he got the proper amount of rest for a person his age, but the facts were different. He'd woken up rather suddenly in an unfamiliar place—one he had come to know as 'the prep room,' based on what everyone around him was saying—where doctors and stylists moved around him rather hurriedly.
"Can't you just give him something?" Kiibo blinks to help his eyes readjust. Another voice, different from the one before, muttered under breath. "I know you have something, fuckin' Shady Sam-"
"She can't just give him drugs to enhance muscular function before a Bloodbath, you feather-brain," an interjection, voices overlapping, faces coming into view. "Stop it! Both of you!"
"FIX. HIM. THEN."
"Keep your voice down or we're all screwed-"
"Move, shit, hehastogorightfuckingnow."
He finds it incredibly difficult to stand, but he'd come to the conclusion while his new entourage was helping him into a wheelchair that while he had been trying to redirect more power into his Ultimate Victor set-up—that's what he'd been calling the super computer he'd been building in his room ever since he'd gotten here—and, though he hated to admit such faults-
He must have electrocuted himself.
"Do I have any burns?"
He looks himself over, sitting up and wiggling his fingers and toes as everyone around him nods and rolls him along where he needs to go. He doesn't see any. They must have removed them already, replaced old skin with new.
And he couldn't tell they'd done that either.
What else changed when he wasn't conscious? What things could they have done that he might not have seen? Did they replace his heart with metal to keep it beating? Was he already made of metal parts, was Madison correct? Would he know?
He looked at the spot where electrical burns should stretch like pale webs across his skin. Only there was nothing. Only the scars that had been there when he'd tried to carve into his skin to see it his bones were made of titanium.
And while he was wondering all that he was getting propped up inside a glass tube and a platform was raising him up into a heat so blistering he saw it in his eyes.
And then chaos.
kiibo d8f enters the bloodbath!
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