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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 1:23:30 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 23, 2014 1:23:30 GMT -5

{ chapter the ninth }

if we were invincible
if we could never die
then all the world could rise against us
and we'd dare to fight

I slept so soundly last night that I am surprised when I wake up, having been half convinced someone had killed me in my sleep.

No such luck. Heavy eyelids peel back and I groan softly. When I stretch my arm bumps into something - my pack? one of my allies? I honestly couldn’t care less - but my joints pop into place beautifully. There’s dirt in my hair and my mouth tastes like mud, and yet I manage to drag myself to my feet, shouldering my bag and yawning widely. It takes all my effort not to glare at Lyric despite the fact that she was right in waking us up. Sleep any longer and we could get killed. I can’t help a snarky remark, though. “Maybe a few more minutes next time, Blondie? I’m not really feeling the whole ‘getting up at dawn’ routine.”

We keep moving. It’s the smart thing to do - we’ve got more enemies than I can count and plenty of things to tempt those who don’t have personal issue with us. Still, I feel anxious about leaving this area for another. I felt comfortable among the plants and boulders, in a place that was steady and solid and almost home. As we approach the area of ash and fire I can’t help but glance once over my shoulder regretfully, practically forcing myself forward. I meant what I said yesterday about envying Lyric’s passion. I’ve never been good at it myself. Fire just isn’t my element.

(If I close my eyes I remember. Silken sunlight spilled over the clean tabletop and I sat patiently, hands clasped in front of my to soak in the warmth. Whatever she was cooking smelled delicious, far better than anything I could ever make, and it was only lunch. She’d always had a talent for baking, not that it would amount to much in the textile district. When she reached into the oven, though, she was clumsy, and her hand drew back sharply, blisters bubbling beneath her skin. She winced.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” I had asked, hopping down from my seat and peering at her injured hand.

“Oh, nothing, sweetie.” She’d forced a smile. “I just burned myself.”

“Why is your hand all red?”

“That’s what happens when your skin is exposed to too much heat. That’s why you should always be careful around things like the oven, or the fireplace. Especially the fireplace. It’s really dangerous.” She kneels down to look me in the eyes. “Promise Mommy you won’t ever play with fire?”

“I promise.”)

I see it before the rest of them do. My jaw drops, eyes widening in horror. What the - I cut off, hand diving for my weapon. It’s a bison. It’s a bloody flying bison. And if I’ve learned anything from watching these stupid Games, it’s that anything as big as that mutt is just as deadly as any tribute. I curse loudly when it spots us, gritting my teeth and preparing for the chaos that is sure to descend upon us. I’ve imagined myself being killed by a variety of mutts, but a flying bison was certainly not on the list. “Get down!” I snap at them, thoroughly irritated, before raising my axe to slash at the creature.

This is why I’m not a morning person.

Next time, I decide when we wake up.

SAVANNAH attacks APPA with AXE
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block - 0.0

nothing left to fear
we could never fall
so alive
head full of fire

axe

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 1:25:58 GMT -5

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Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Feb 23, 2014 1:25:58 GMT -5

{Unforgivable }

Does Says Thinks Hears

The night bore down upon us much too soon. My feet, worn from monotonous footsteps, faltered as we ventured out of the emerald pastures where our merriment had prior taken place. Instead, we now lay on cracked ground, heat rising in waves upon the dry ground. (Fire, Lyric Woulf. At least the embodiment of such). The unsettling calm which had settled over us upon our victory was long dead. (Like those whose bodies were taken up by that awful craft). The fear held so tightly within me intensifying every step we took into this wasteland.

I found myself close to the others, taking comfort in the warmth which they gave me. (Are you scared Lyric Woulf?)

I am.

Hours have passed, and a small camp has been formed. I stay close to Claude, desperate for an intimate connection to something as my heart felt pounded away. All calm was forgotten. (I am scared.)
Who knows what horrors lurked within a night's sleep? As hard as I fought the drowse that overwhelmed me, I eventually collapsed into it's embrace.

And there I was. A hand clasped within my

own. And tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Am I dying?" I try to form words, but the only

sound that escapes my broken body are
desperate gurgles. A salty liquid burns my

throat, bubbling out of chapped lips. And
a faint voice echos within a blank mind.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

"Get down!" I am torn from my stupor by Savannah's shout.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. That."

[attacks appa- sai]
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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 1:26:37 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Feb 23, 2014 1:26:37 GMT -5

{ Giant Bison }

Feeling sorrow for all the things
you had to steal and borrow.
Bring back the days we had
Before tomorrow

Somehow I slept rather well last night. In the middle of the night I thought I felt a hand in mine but I ignored it. My shift had also gone over well, I had taken up watch after Savannah and it remained quiet until I went to wake up Soap. A closeup of K's face greeted me when I woke up, and I groaned. Swatting at him in a vain attempt to drive him off, I rolled from my side to my back and stared at the sky. Now I almost wished I had had that tent still, because the sunlight hit me in the face and I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep. Grumbling and moaning, I pushed myself into a sitting position before slowly going about the business of getting ready for the day. "This is the first time I've seen the second day..." K mused beside me as I checked my gear, mentioning a couple things about how sleeping in the arena was not at all comfortable. "You're telling me." The sarcasm in my voice was gravelly, the sleep still gripping my throat even as we set to start walking.

I paid little attention to where we were going, my eyes too focused on Lyric. There was shame burning in my cheeks but I couldn't help it. Every time I tried to turn my eyes away and look at something or somewhere or someone else they kept drifting back. Eventually I just gave up and let myself admire her movements. Flashes of memories pummeled me and I remembered being more than close to her. I turned my red face towards the ground as I walked, K jabbing me in the ribs and snickering as I went. Suddenly we all drew up short as a voice hissed. "Get down!"

Relapse and then collapse
Into yourself once more.

Savannah's sharp tone cut into my mind and I was immediately wary. It took me some moments before I spotted what had set her off, but when I saw it I was glad she was paying more attention than me. There is some monster bison thing standing before us and I don't like the look in its eye. K beside me is alternating between whining about its size and talking about how it looks very interesting. I wish he was quiet because I am on edge and all of his talking is not helping me. Gritting my teeth I unsheathe my katana - slowly it is starting to feel more like mine - and hold it up in front of me. "You crazy massive thing." I spoke to it, but I was quite sure that, even if it could hear me, it couldn't understand me. "Don't do anything foolish... please." Savannah was already charging but I was a little more reluctant. I thought about the two jars of tar in my pack and I wondered if I should use one - cook the beast while it still lived and hopefully kill it off faster.

Waiting for this life to change
Seems like it's taking me forever
And I can't hold on.
This light is breaking into the day

Words: 498

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 1:28:04 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Feb 23, 2014 1:28:04 GMT -5

A warm day slowly fades into a chilly night, and I find that I struggle to keep myself warm. Savannah takes the first watch, but even as she sits there I can feel the warmth falling away from my limbs. I curl up into a ball, except that's not particularly easy to do when you're well over 6 feet tall, and I end up using my floatie armbands as pillows. I hope that I don't squish the air out of them, but as I begin to drift asleep I don't even care.

It's a short night, and I'm too tired from a day's worth of fighting to even think about the cold, once I really get comfortable. After yesterday's game of truth or dare, I trust my allies much more than I did. Hell, I didn't even know them that well before this, but I suppose that's how it goes. But I think, if I have to spend my last days with a group of complete strangers, I'm glad that it's them. I trust that they won't slit my throat during the middle of the night, at least for now, and until things get bad, I'll be able to sleep easy. Well, easy as a person can sleep when they're in a giant death trap.

Hours later, I'm woken up by the feeling of Lyric nudging me awake.

For a moment, I'm completely out of my element. It takes me a few seconds to realize the reality of my situation again: that I am here in the Arena by my own volition, and I could very well die, and that I'm not waking up to the smiling faces of my siblings.

Strangely enough, I'm not afraid. I could have very well been woken up by an enemy, not a friend, perhaps someone who just wanted to nudge me to see if I was still alive (in order to kill me, of course) or else the hungry snout of one of the Capitol's mutated animals, sniffling at my arm to decide whether or not I would make a good meal.

No bother, though. It's just Lyric, and I sit up almost immediately. I almost ask whether it's my turn to take watch when I realize that the sun is slowly beginning to rise over the horizon, and the others are already awake.

“Maybe a few more minutes next time, Blondie? I’m not really feeling the whole ‘getting up at dawn’ routine," Savannah says, apparently giving Lyric a new nickname.

I nod in agreement to that general statement, but I'm too out of it to really say anything. From that point on, we pack up our items, and as a precaution I light some of my axes on fire. From then on, we head out for another location in case other tributes are heading our way, and I move like I'm already dead, head drooping and legs dragging in the dirt as I walk. I must not have gotten as much sleep as I originally thought, because my attention gravitates all over the place.

That is, until Savannah speaks up.

"Get down!" she screams, and I do, though it's much easier said than done when you're 6'7" and awkward. I duck my head and cover it, and I only see the source of her panic when I finally bring my head back up.

It's a mutt, obviously, but I've never seen anything like it. Usually there are repeats from Games past, but this one's completely new. It looks like a giant flying.. well, something, because I've never really seen animals like this before. The sheer size of the beast is enough to make me step back, and as my allies press forward, I tighten my grip around the handle of an axe and swing my arm back, flames dancing in front of my eyes.

This area looks like it was made for fire, after all.

[Attacks Appa, throwing axe + fire 1/6]

KuV2DQV1throwing axe
10189 -- Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.5 damage
(Thrown Axe)

1-50
Moderate burn (+4 damage)

throwing axe�1-50

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 1:53:27 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 1:53:27 GMT -5

AANG.

This was going to be a good day. Aang could feel it in his bones as he drifted lazily on the slight wind currents blowing across his domain, his thick fur ruffled slightly by the breezes. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, maybe in a few hours he'd settle in for a nice, long nap...

That was, until, a bunch of small little animals reached up to swipe their claws at him.

Bellowing in surprise, Aang swooped around in a tight circle, irritated. The gangly one had fire on its claws, something that singed away a patch of his fur and blistered at the flesh beneath. The would all clearly have to be eliminated if he was to make that nap appointment.

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Pae5MlOOblunt
[Broken Right Collar Bone -- 6.5 damage]

[Attacks COLGATE with TALONS (KNIFE)]
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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 2:03:16 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 23, 2014 2:03:16 GMT -5

{ chapter the ninth }

there's a devil at your door
and he grows, he grows
so I been told he had a heart of gold
and it grows, grows like a storm

The thing’s smarter than it looks. It blocks my attack with such ease that I want to shout in aggravation, but instead I only grunt when it does the same with Claude. “I feel your pain, Cloudy.” Lyric manages a shallow cut, but nothing nearly enough to bring it down. My teeth grit together, muscles becoming tense with frustration. At this rate, we’ll be dead in minutes. I imagine the citizens of the Capitol watching in delight, eyes shining with bloodlust, chanting for our guts to be spilled over the ashes. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s how things turned out.

Soap surprises me, though, his weapon suddenly igniting. I shriek and leap back because, even though I’d never admit it, I’m terrified of fire. Thoughts race through my head faster than I can process them, images of the flames spreading, of Soap’s skin catching, of Soap burning. My eyes widen in horror. Doesn’t he know better? Didn’t his mom ever tell him not to play with fire? One less tribute would make my life that much easier, but not Soap. I’m about to leap forward and knock the weapon out of his hand when he attacks, causing more damage than the rest of us combined.

I’m quick to hide my momentary panic. “Good thinking, Bubble Boy,” I praise, shooting him a brief and only somewhat shaky smile. “Let’s see you do it again, yeah?”

It attacks before he can.

I hear the horrible crunch of the bone and Lyric's cry over the sound of the great beast. It tries to attack Soap, too, but his vest manages to protect him for now. I automatically want to launch forward toward Lyric, but doing so wouldn't accomplish anything. Still, her agony rings painfully in my ears, a reminder of her mortality. Whatever this thing is, it was aiming for the kill.

The fire ignites within me without my permission, but I do not attempt to extinguish the flame. It's beautiful, blissful rage, like the kind I felt during my private training session, and it sears through my veins like the sweetest kind of poison. I've missed it. I bear my teeth in an angry grimace, fingers tightening their grip on my weapon. "You touch them, you die." It's a stupid animal. It won't understand. It doesn't matter, though.

The Gamemakers will.

This makes me falter, if only for a moment. I threatened them in a similar fashion when referring to Lucy and Helen and Nora and Eva and Olivia. My sisters. My family. I told them that if they so much as touched them, I'd rip their throats out. Now similar warnings are spilling from my lips without a thought, this time for my allies. For Lyric, whose screams made my chest ache. For Claude, whose embarrassment yesterday made me grin. For Soap, whose bright idea made me proud. There's a strange moment of clarity in which I suddenly understand the depth of my attachment to my allies. They aren't just three other pawns in the game. They've become like friends to me, and I'm protective over them. I don't want anything to hurt them.

No. No. Now is not the time for this kind of realization. I don't want to deal with these bloody feelings. Because no matter what we say, no matter how we pretend, this is a game that people play alone. There's only one winner, after all. If I become attached to them it'll only make it that much more painful when I have to say goodbye to them. People always asked me how I recovered so quickly after my mother's death. I wanted to bite their heads off, but instead settled for a heated retort that effectively silenced them.

("I died that day.")

I can't do it again. I can't die three more times. But I can't cut them out, either, when in reality they're the only ones holding me together. We're all crazy but we're crazy together and that's what makes this work when everything else is crumbling around us. I'll fight for what we have until there's nothing left to kill because, whether I like it or not, they've managed to become important to me.

"Hang in there, Blondie," I call out before narrowing my eyes at the mutt.

"Screw this."

SAVANNAH attacks APPA with AXE
G2PcjdBxaxe
Deep Gash on Stomach - 9.0

give me to the ground
i followed fires
toward the sound
cold upon the mountain

axe

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Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Feb 23, 2014 2:13:37 GMT -5

{Unforgivable }

And so it has begun. The slow spiral downward into an unimaginable pain that I could not yet describe. (Well the choice words shouted upon it's attack is a start). I can hear the bone shatter underneath this beasts weight. (What a show I must put on. I can almost hear the gasps of awe that ring throughout the capitol).

"How lovely it is to be entertainment." The furious words are torn from me as the pain soon radiates throughout my shoulder. I can feel the warm tears drawn from the corners of my eyes by fingers laced with malice. (C'mon deary. Put on a show.)

I grit my teeth, giving myself no time to wipe the burning diamonds which settled upon my cheeks. (Give 'em hell). This may have been my last act, but I sure as hell wouldn't have only one line.

And Savannah attacks, with such regal fury I could barely contain my relief this girl was on my side. Her axe cuts through the soft flesh, the gush of blood that followed cause my stomach to revolt against me, threatening to purge me of it's nutrients.

But I'm glad the fucker is going to die.

I think I could learn to like the rubies that scattered about the floor. Perhaps if it was my weapon who drew them.

"Hang in there, Blondie,"

Her words give me a sudden burst of strength. A laugh drawn from my aching chest. Affection for the hot-headed girl sends a burst of adrenaline through me.

"Let's down this mutt."

[attacks appa-sai]
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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 2:15:21 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Feb 23, 2014 2:15:21 GMT -5

{ Broadside }

This life is going to change
Seems like it's taking me forever
And I can't hold on.
This light is breaking into the day

Haha o shit this thing blocked me.

Oh look, Soap hit it.

Damn, it hit hard.

LYRIC AAHHH YOU CRACKED!!

Uhm Sav is scary.

NOTE: do not piss Sav off. Ever.

Oh, uh.. charge?

WIP WIP WIP

Words: 000

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 2:20:32 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Feb 23, 2014 2:20:32 GMT -5

Man, Savannah's a badass.

Granted, her first swipe missed the beast entirely, but her second one cuts straight into the mutt's stomach, which splatters blood onto all of our faces as it flies, which is an absolutely disgusting feeling, even if it does smell of progress.

I guess that's just how the Games go. If things other than yourself are all bloody and wounded, you're heading in the right direction.

The problem is, nobody can seem to get a good strike against the creature as it flies, bobbing just out of reach above our heads. If I had a weapon like theirs, I'd probably be missing too, but as it stands, I can probably still reach the stupid fuck even if it flies high up.

Claude looks positively beaten up, and he hasn't even been hit. He's got this look on his face like he's already been defeated, and Sav's pissed, and this attitude isn't going to win us shit.

"Chin up, Claude," I say firmly, stepping next to him. "You're not gonna get anything useful done, looking like you've already died."

[Attacks Appa, throwing axe + fire 2/6]

tNnmqsMZthrowing axe
10127 -- Shallow Cut on Thigh -- 3.5 damage
(Thrown Axe)

1-50
+2

throwing axe�1-50

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 2:30:23 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 2:30:23 GMT -5

AANG.

While most of the tiny creatures' swipes were ineffective and painless, the gangly one with the fiery claw and the loud one with the long fur were able to wound him grievously, charring his skin and fur and tearing a long gash in his abdomen. Groaning in pain, Aang finally crashed to the ground, unable to keep flying through the agony of his wounds.

His attention was immediately turned to the fire-claw, narrowing his sights as he lowered his head and charged, swiping at the long-fur on the way.

[Attacks COLGATE with RUSH (BLUNT)]
9hMWv4_iblunt
[Gash/Bruised Left Hand -- 3.0 damage]

[Attacks SAVANNAH with TALONS (KNIFE)]
knife
[Block -- 0.0 damage]

blunt�knife

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 23, 2014 2:45:16 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 23, 2014 2:45:16 GMT -5

{ chapter the ninth }

well here are the reasons
that hurt me the most
call off the search
she's coming home

FILLER but basically Sav's like "HAH TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE FOOL" and then some feelings about how it keeps attacking Soap and that's not okay and maybe a flashback will be tossed in there and then more feelings about how she feels about her allies and yes. I'm sorry I'm just so tired, I need sleep </3

SAVANNAH attacks APPA with AXE
YhncNcWFaxe
miss - 0.0

the names will vary
the names they may change
but the game
the game it stays the same

axe

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Post by Kire on Feb 23, 2014 2:50:04 GMT -5

{ Dead Weight }

Why do I keep missing, am I that useless. Like c'mon I cut up that girl's face pretty good and now I can't even hit a massive bison thing. Granted, it's flying but still I should be able to hit it. Like seriously, it's MASSIVE. K, stop laughing and help me here. Jfc I feel like a dead weight. Well, nothing for it. Die foul beast! Attack!

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~~probably 0.0 damage~~
Miss -- 0.0 damage
~~See, I was right.~~

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Feb 23, 2014 2:56:21 GMT -5

you guys, I swear to god, you're gonna have to sacrifice a goat to Ripred or something

[Attacks Appa, throwing axe + fire 3/6]

DougK|8Uthrowing axe
10068 -- Severed Ear -- 8 damage
(Thrown Axe)

1-50
Severe burn (+8 damage, +Turn Delay)

throwing axe�1-50

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa Feb 27, 2014 22:58:01 GMT -5

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Post by Stare on Feb 27, 2014 22:58:01 GMT -5

{ chapter the ninth }

i've been looking for something sacred
running away from the light
gotta burn all the bridges in my head
that lead me away from my life

I missed.

Stupid bison.

Soap you're my hero.

Well it's dead now.

Fairies, away!

[Sav PERFORMS FIRST AID on LYRIC for -3]
[Savannah FLEES]

it takes horns to hold up my halo
and strength to get through the fight
now i'm laying my cards on the table
praying everything will be alright

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we face another { w a r } // Aetherians vs. Appa

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