green. — bowie v rafael, day six.
Apr 2, 2022 14:15:30 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Apr 2, 2022 14:15:30 GMT -5
The audience track, you realize, isn't a track. These are live reactions, though definitely coming from somewhere else. Your tribute looks around, anticipating what comes next, wondering what moves they should make to prepare. They hear the click of a microphone cutting on, a brief silence, and then:
"WE HAVE AN AMAZING SHOW LINED UP FOR YOU ALL TODAY!" Rather than the baritone voice the tributes heard before, there's something far more unsettling. A chorus of different voices, each speaking at the same time. Some of the tributes most familiar with capitol culture might recognize the brassy sageness of Sardonyx Crowe, or the refined nuances of Maverick Miles, or even the youthful femininity of Paris Vanburen among the crowd of discordant voices, booming with such loud volume the tributes can feel the force of it against them, vibrating within their stomachs and pushing them back.
Your tribute looks down and watches as the sand- no, the ground beneath the sand, begins to glow with a color: green.
"MOVING ON TO THE GREEN COURT, IN OUR FIRST CORNER, COMING TO US ALL THE WAY FROM DISTRICT TEN, IT'S WHIPLASH!!" The crowd erupts in cheers as a spotlight falls onto Bowie for a moment.
"AND HIS OPPONENT... COMING ALL THE WAY FROM DISTRICT SEVEN, IT'S THE SALAZAR HIMSELF, RAFAEL!" Again, the crowd erupts in cheers and a spotlight shines onto Rafael. The walls separating the two tributes from the others begin to glow the same color as the floor. One by one, the discordant choir of voices announces the fights until the entire field glows with energy. Then, after a terrible pause, there is the haunting sound of another firework firing into the air and exploding into a colorful shower of sparks.
"BEGIN!"
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