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rakuen2011-01-24 01:48 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2011-01-24 01:48 pm
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[Round Zero: part 1]
At noon on the rest day, every screen in the campus lights up. It's the girl from the introduction again! She's grinning fit to burst, and her voice is bright and excited.
"Good morning, everyone! Round Minus-One is now officially over, so we'd like you to all report to the lobby for a special announcement, immediately! It starts in ten minutes, so don't be late."
The screens all go blank, before simply displaying the flashing text ALL STUDENTS REPORT TO THE LOBBY FOR 12:10.
Reaching the lobby, you find it empty of the usual staff. However, the doors to the tramstation are blocked by a large stage, spanning the entire south wall. In the centre stands the girl, in the flesh and just as sickeningly cheerful as her broadcast.
"Hi, everyone!" She waves, tilting sideways as she does so, and then clasps her hands together. "Wow, it's really great to see you all in person at last! You've all tried a lot harder this week, and it shows! We're really, really impressed with everyone. Ah, even though there was a bit of cheating..." she pouts, and shakes her head lightly, "But that's okay. We forgive you! You all know better now.
"But what we've called you here to say is this! We've been working extra hard too, and we've gotten a lot done with your help. So much that we're nearly ready for Round One!
"However..."
She's still smiling. It's a little unnerving, "We have to do some maintenance first, okay? And I'm afraid it would be a problem if you were all alive for that... you could cause us a lot of problems. So we're going to get rid of you for a little while. Think of this as a final test!"
She snaps her fingers, and your shadows disappear. No, not disappear. That's the wrong word. It's more like... they're abandoning you. Nearly forty pools of darkness flow up onto the stage, and suddenly explode upwards in tendrils and globs of black. The girl laughs as they finish changing, as they take on your shapes. As they reach into themselves and pull out inky replicas of your own weapons. They all laugh with her, in the emotionless tones of the Voice from your dreams.
"You can all draw your own weapons now, okay? Fight hard!"
"Good morning, everyone! Round Minus-One is now officially over, so we'd like you to all report to the lobby for a special announcement, immediately! It starts in ten minutes, so don't be late."
The screens all go blank, before simply displaying the flashing text ALL STUDENTS REPORT TO THE LOBBY FOR 12:10.
Reaching the lobby, you find it empty of the usual staff. However, the doors to the tramstation are blocked by a large stage, spanning the entire south wall. In the centre stands the girl, in the flesh and just as sickeningly cheerful as her broadcast.
"Hi, everyone!" She waves, tilting sideways as she does so, and then clasps her hands together. "Wow, it's really great to see you all in person at last! You've all tried a lot harder this week, and it shows! We're really, really impressed with everyone. Ah, even though there was a bit of cheating..." she pouts, and shakes her head lightly, "But that's okay. We forgive you! You all know better now.
"But what we've called you here to say is this! We've been working extra hard too, and we've gotten a lot done with your help. So much that we're nearly ready for Round One!
"However..."
She's still smiling. It's a little unnerving, "We have to do some maintenance first, okay? And I'm afraid it would be a problem if you were all alive for that... you could cause us a lot of problems. So we're going to get rid of you for a little while. Think of this as a final test!"
She snaps her fingers, and your shadows disappear. No, not disappear. That's the wrong word. It's more like... they're abandoning you. Nearly forty pools of darkness flow up onto the stage, and suddenly explode upwards in tendrils and globs of black. The girl laughs as they finish changing, as they take on your shapes. As they reach into themselves and pull out inky replicas of your own weapons. They all laugh with her, in the emotionless tones of the Voice from your dreams.
"You can all draw your own weapons now, okay? Fight hard!"
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Instincts say flee, abort abort abort but Starfleet taught him that if there's one thing to have when you die, it's your dignity. And honestly, Hikaru wasn't exactly one for running anyway. So there's really only one option-- he went in for a hard thrust with the foil, not bothering with a response.
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That was easy... almost too easy to dodge. There's something that you must remember, Sulu. Kallen's a fighter. She ducked down and delivered a kick to his leg.
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"Tch." Kallen took a couple of steps forward to close the distance between them. "You honestly don't think you can take me down with a puny little weapon like that, do you?" She stretched, her stomach now exposed.
"You see, after fighting so long..." This is a test. Just how much do you respect Kallen, Sulu? "You get hot... sweaty..." With ease, she pulled shirt off, up and over her shoulders and head. Her chest was bound, just as it had been when they sparred.
"This won't be too much of a distraction, will it?"
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Deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again they were clear. If there's some... upgrade-esque help here that's nothing to concern yourself over. He steps back, foil at the ready.
"Not a problem."
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"Good. I was hoping you'd say that." She winked at him before standing calmly. "I'll give you once chance to hit me. Just one. Use it well, Hikaru."
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She moves slightly, the hit only lightly grazing her. In fact, she steps forward, one hand on his wrist holding the foil and she presses the cool metal of the gun under his chin, right against his neck.
"Checkmate."
Click. Click.
Boom
--
In the middle of it all, with all the fighting, somehow, she had gotten separated from Suzaku, Lelouch, and Sulu. She didn't want to yell out any names because she didn't want to make herself obvious. So she searches around for anyone. Eventually, her eyes catch Sulu during a fight. She wants to charge right in, but that could get them both killed.
She has to watch as her shadow discards the shirt it was wearing. Seriously? And then she hears that it's only giving Sulu one chance to strike. But there's no way a foil can win against a machine gun. It was completely unfair. When Sulu lunges forward, she knew it was a trap for him. Kallen found herself running in slow motion (well it felt like it) towards their battle. But it's too far away and far too late. The trigger was pulled and-- Sulu fell to the ground.
"No..." That's all she could mutter. Her counterpart looks back at her, smirks, and then goes off to find another kill. Was it not her time now?
"Sulu...?" His name is quiet as it falls from her lips.