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rakuen2011-01-27 06:19 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2011-01-27 06:19 pm
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[Round Zero: part 2]
Those of you who managed to survive the massacre stumble outside in twos and threes, leaving the bodies of your friends and family behind. Some of you remain behind, too injured or broken to move further. The campus is bathed in light, deep red and purple, with shifting clouds and a thin layer of mist curling around your ankles and across the paving stones. Just discernible over your harsh breathing is a low, dischordant hum. The air is resonating with it, as the towers around the campus glow the colour of a new bruise.
Ahead of you, sprawled over the courtyard like a huge guard-dog, is a tiger.
Or rather, it is something that has taken the form of a tiger. Real tigers aren't ten metres tall with corpse-blue fur and eyes the colour of the red sky. Real tigers don't smile like this one does.
Real tigers don't laugh.
Its voice is harsh, every word drawn out with the arrogance of a creature who knows that when it speaks, lesser beings have no choice but to listen.
"Admirable," it tilts its head, slowly. Deliberately. "You have exceeded their expectations, but now you are only prolonging the inevitable. You are all still so far from facing me."
It turns its great head towards the lobby, and considers it. "Unnecessary," it decides. "To determine your level I require only these few." Its eyes flash, pits of scarlet, and the building is consumed in fire and screams.
Then it looks towards your group.
Two of your number, knights both, exchange a single glance. A regretful look back at their friends. In unison, they run forward. Chests flash as swords are drawn; at the tip of one shines a star, bright blue.
Suzaku runs forward, not attempting to feint or dodge. He ducks one swipe of a massive paw, slicing along its leg to no effect. The second swipe, vertical, too fast to follow, pins him to the floor with claws through his torso and shoulders. Sora runs left, crouches, jumps...
"Determine this!"
It flinches back from the blade, hisses as her leaping strike cuts a shallow line in one shoulder.
Eyes flash again. Sora screams. She's dust before she hits the ground; the sword clatters to the stones only to vanish an instant later. It writhes around, looks down at the surviving knight for a brief moment, then its head descends, its teeth sink in and tear, and the attack is over.
"Come," it says, with bloody jaws. "See how far you have yet to go."
[YOU KNOW THE DRILL, OOC POST VEGGIES BEFORE DELICIOUS TAGS]
Ahead of you, sprawled over the courtyard like a huge guard-dog, is a tiger.
Or rather, it is something that has taken the form of a tiger. Real tigers aren't ten metres tall with corpse-blue fur and eyes the colour of the red sky. Real tigers don't smile like this one does.
Real tigers don't laugh.
Its voice is harsh, every word drawn out with the arrogance of a creature who knows that when it speaks, lesser beings have no choice but to listen.
"Admirable," it tilts its head, slowly. Deliberately. "You have exceeded their expectations, but now you are only prolonging the inevitable. You are all still so far from facing me."
It turns its great head towards the lobby, and considers it. "Unnecessary," it decides. "To determine your level I require only these few." Its eyes flash, pits of scarlet, and the building is consumed in fire and screams.
Then it looks towards your group.
Two of your number, knights both, exchange a single glance. A regretful look back at their friends. In unison, they run forward. Chests flash as swords are drawn; at the tip of one shines a star, bright blue.
Suzaku runs forward, not attempting to feint or dodge. He ducks one swipe of a massive paw, slicing along its leg to no effect. The second swipe, vertical, too fast to follow, pins him to the floor with claws through his torso and shoulders. Sora runs left, crouches, jumps...
"Determine this!"
It flinches back from the blade, hisses as her leaping strike cuts a shallow line in one shoulder.
Eyes flash again. Sora screams. She's dust before she hits the ground; the sword clatters to the stones only to vanish an instant later. It writhes around, looks down at the surviving knight for a brief moment, then its head descends, its teeth sink in and tear, and the attack is over.
"Come," it says, with bloody jaws. "See how far you have yet to go."
[YOU KNOW THE DRILL, OOC POST VEGGIES BEFORE DELICIOUS TAGS]
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Really, why was everyone screaming over in-game deaths?
He sat down on the pavement and watch everything go by through half-lidded eyes. The tiger will come for him soon. It was inevitable. There was no need to put extra effort into meeting it.
He'll have his chance to ask his questions, if the tiger was inclined to answering them.
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The tiger eventually made its way over to Kuchinawa, once it had sated itself on the other survivors. Some of the blood on its fur had dried, red and brown specks filling the air whenever it moved its head. Just as he didn't look in a hurry to fight, nor did it; the creature merely sat down and watched him, eyes dull for the time being.
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He found himself bringing his legs closer to his chest as soon as the tiger sat. "You'll get to me eventually. After all, don't you need us all dead for the maintenance?"
It seemed a bit troublesome to him, though, how they had to use shadows and tigers when the program could kill them all by merely inputting a few codes. Kuchinawa definitely didn't agree with how things were being done, but what could he do?