Tribble didn't know a damned person in this ganked up jailhouse, and didn't care. They'd been doing their own thing, using traffic as transport and them WHWAMMO - here. Waking up had been obnoxious, the collar chafed and made swallowing hard, and this place stank. Especially after that dumbass page had gotten her fool head blown off. Nothing like the scent of ichor in the morning, right?
Was it morning? Night? Did this godforsaken hell hole even have delineated time? R'yleh was not part of Tribble's lexicon.
"Tribble. Senshi." Bored bored bored, Tribble tried getting more comfortable in the cell, sighing and leaning back against the bars to maybe catch some shut-eye. Even with all the goddamned talking. One of the senshi in their cluster kept asking after Aegir and Mont Blonc, who answered. Everybody knows a body, must be nice. Some were like Tribble, smart enough to bide their time...others kept trying to talk and socialize.
"Useless. Soft and whiny. Tch." Commentary low, meant only for self but directed at pretty much everyone. Tribble worked alone.
The next day came quickly enough, guards yanking crying, screaming, swearing, or gibbering prisoners from their cells and hauling them off. Those leftover got quite the show, brightness and noise coming in waves to assault their senses. Shitty weapons and a shot right out of a period action movie. Great. "Well, this should be fun." Tribble was not amused.
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Aegir, Cluster 6
More were offering their names, some voices stronger than others due to proximity. He winced inwardly, eyes going wide when he heard Methone's voice coming soft from one side. No, Jesus...she shouldn't be here! Calling for Monty...oh god, I remember. We were patrolling together. The Senshi of Silence still couldn't recall just how they'd ended up in this place, but now he knew his friends were here as well. Ida and Chariklo too. No one that he knew was is the nearby cages, but he could hear them, see some, if he squinted really hard in the gloom. Once more he raised his voice to his friends, to let them know he was there...perhaps to reassure them. Or to let them know he too shared in the horrorshow they were being subjected to.
So many reached out to those they knew...it was heartbreaking, fear and hope and despair. And that crazy b*****d's gonna enjoy watching us fight each other. Maybe identifying who we know is a bad idea...he's probably watching. Or has someone watching. Damn, shoulda thought of that earlier. Aegir sighed and pushed one hand through his unruly hair, distracted until he could feel someone nearing. It was...well, a young woman with pale hair and a bright fuku. Even in the darkness he could see her outline, hear her soft voice. "It's alright if you're not. Okay, I mean. This is...really screwed up."
Methone was being practical, he could hear her answering Pollux, a familiar voice among many, though it seemed most were keeping their voices down at this point so they could share information. IF they happened to have any. Mostly Some had to yell, being further away from those they were interested in. He seemed to be in an outlier of cells, not that any but the small groupings could be said to be close. He watched Acrucis fiddling with her sash and nodded to himself. The ornate bits of their costumes could indeed have uses, so long as they weren't interested in being vain.
There wasn't much to say or do, so he settled himself to meditate, to plan...to rest and conserve his energy. But sleeping was hard, the whole place was...distressing and they all had troubles chasing after them whether they were awake or dreaming. Awake or dreaming, I can hardly tell anymore He had nightmares. Night terrors and hypnogogic hallucinations with them. Meditation helped, but there were many a night he slept poorly, sometimes not at all. Aegir pulled his knees up and stared off, eyes slowly focusing on a small flash, a bit of a wisp that slowly took a cat shape. And sang? That bit of strangeness was the last thing he saw and heard before exhaustion took him again.
Aegir was up when the guards came to take the first group away. He scrambled to his feet when the walls disappeared, clutching at the bars and watching in horror as the reality of what they were going to be put through became clearer and clearer. No.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 9:57 am
Mont Blonc, Cluster 5
He heard a lot of things going on in the cages around him - introductions, cursing, sobbing - and wanted to do something, or even just say something. But even when he could finally tear his gaze away from where the page had fallen, headless, his chest felt so tight that breathing alone was a chore. He saw Methone's arms reach out of the cage (even in the dark, he knew her bangles and the sound they made, however soft, when they tinkled together), and his spirits sank even lower. That meant the voice he'd heard before... Aegir was here too, wasn't he?
On one hand, they were in this together. On the other, they were in this together.
Sleep barely came to him that night. Not when every time he closed his eyes, he saw Aegir or Methone out there and splattered on the ground in place of the page. Or when he kept imagining he felt the demented king's claw back on his face, or sliding up his side, or tugging at his collar.
He wished, not for the first time, that he was made of stronger stuff. That he could carry on planning and comforting the others. Maybe offer some solace to the poor girl who was crying. Anything else but sitting here, helpless and useless.
In the midst of the night, once, he swore he saw something - a wisp, shimmering and eerie in the darkness. Mont Blonc's tired eyes followed it, uncomprehending at first, assuming it to be another figment of his overactive imagination. When it took the shape of a cat, a jolt of fresh anxiety washed over him. The page gasped, pressing harder against the back bars of his cage.
The song, though, so soft and fleeting - he forced his eyes open again to look, but it was already too late. Whatever it was, if it had been at all, it was gone now. Maybe it had been a dream after all.
When the guards returned, like before, there was nothing the page could do but sit there, nerves frayed and eyes bloodshot. Words caught in his throat and choked him. Then, they were left open and exposed with a clear view of the arena, and again, there was nothing to be done. All Mont Blonc could do was stare in muted horror, wishing simultaneously that his friends were beside him even if he wished they weren't there at all.
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Omashu, Cluster 4
Omashu was stubborn as a wall of bricks. When the general gave her answers she didn't like, she clammed right up, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him until she finally fell into a restless sleep. It was his fault, somehow - him and the others. This was a ploy, and she was sure of that. After all, it had been a page that died, not a lieutenant.
For all that stubbornness though, she was still jolted awake as they took prisoners away - and then as they were exposed to the arena, she gasped, hovering towards the center of her cage with her hands pressed to her face.
Other people had also voiced names, some relatively close by and others further away.
One of the relatively close by voices started off cursing, her voice getting louder and louder until by the end it was a scream, the sound echoing around uncaring stone.
Another voice even closer, as close as the voice that had had identified themselves as Aegir, had called out for someone called Beni.. Benitoite.
It seemed that more than one person knew this Beni or Benitoite, whoever they were as another voice called out - this time calling themselves Wither.. Witherite.
Verlaine continued to sit huddled into herself. None of the voiced names had been names that she recognised - which was perhaps not surprising as she hadn't met very many people yet - but she looked up when one of the voices mentioned that they didn't plan to be a bloodstain.
That's right - there was more of them right? Right?
At least from the voices there sounded like there was more of them than that creepy Sauron wannabe and those weird things that had been with him - things that had been the last thing that she could remember before she woke up here.
R’lyeh - the Sauron wannabe had called this place R’lyeh.
She didn't want to be a bloodstain either.
The collars were a problem and ever since seeing that girl's head and upper torso turn into a spray of blood she had been careful to make sure not to touch.
But perhaps if they worked together then they could find a way round the collar problem - in fact she was sure they could find a way around the collar problem.
And even though what little she knew about the White Moon was that they were misguided and totally not a family like the Court was, perhaps they could work all together...
After all Verlaine was pretty sure that and that voice weren't the only ones that didn't want to be bloodstains.
At some point the exhaustion was enough that she must have slept, although she couldn't recall the point at which sleep had overcome her.
It felt like but a moment however before the weird things from earlier returned and started taking people out of the cages.
She shrank back and away as one moved in the direction of her cell, but caught as she was between sleep and awakening, her movements were sluggish.
Not that, as it turned out, that it mattered as the thing moved right past her cell because it appeared that it hadn't come for her - at least not yet.
The floor started rumbling as it and the rest of the beings left, herding those that they had taken before them.
The floor rumbling was followed by some walls moving backwards until she could see out and to the centre where some sort of arena had been set up - could see as those that had just been taken were herded there and could see really flimsy looking weapons were pressed into their hands...
And Verlaine could see the Sauron wannabe on the opposite side, nestled amongst more of the weird things like a spider squatted amongst its web.
And it sunk in that it really truely wasn't some bad dream - some nightmare. Sunk in that it was happening - really happening.
Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 12:58 am
"When is a raven like a writing desk?" He asked out loud, mostly to himself. He'd been trapped before by insane royalty. Even if Hector had been rather civil when they had been- A sigh left the senshi of frost, not wishing to dwell on the dead.
A short rest, he woke to being herded to an arena- and all the while his mind kept turning. "I miss totem pole." He said, once more lamenting the fact he would always be targeted to die when captured by royalty.
It did make him question his brother. If just a bit.
The calming touch was a soothing comfort for him. It did not calm his defeatist mind, but it set his heart at ease. There was hope, they could escape, or at least survive this ordeal. Death was not a given, and hopefully in the end, they could band together and take down the madness that ruled this planet.
He took the other's advise, doing what he could to relax. Sleep would not come to him, his mind constantly working through scenarios that wouldn't get himself or others blown to pieces. Those were so very few and far between.
His eyes caught sight of that small, ethereal cat, he startling just abit as some of his peers were echoed out of the cells. He noted that one was this ida, oh the best of luck to her...the poor creature.
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Nimriel : Cell Cluster 3
She was beginning to understand why so many of the others were keeping quiet. These women were more or less the bitches of the group, and heavens help her, he was stuck in a cluster with them both.
She turned her eyes to Stibnite, her own narrowing as she was doubted in such a blatant manner. "My time as a Knight holds no barring over my ability to fight. If you doubt me then by all means try and take me out first. I see it in your eyes, I know what you are thinking. I will not fight a fellow captor in this game. I won't."
She shook her head, lowering it just slightly as she curled her legs up to her chest. She was going to fight, and fight to live. She owed herself that much, and these women were not going to take her down that easily.
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Sirene Naiads
Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 5:05 am
Chariklo - Cluster 1: Watching Battle 1
In spite of the circumstances, Chariklo had, in fact, managed to sleep. And deeply, no less. Still, even bone deep exhaustion hadn't been enough to keep her in dreamland when the guards came back and took people out. Took Ida out. That had been bad enough. But when the walls moved and Chariklo could feel the cold breeze as she watched the little group of people standing in the arena, she knew things had just gotten so much worse. Yes, it was bad to be taken. But forced to watch... Shivering, Chariklo kept her eyes on the faintly glowing form of her friend.
If Ida was going to die Chariklo was not going to do her friend the dishonor of looking away to spare herself. She'd watch until the end. With half-held breath, the tall eternal clutched at the bars of her cell, eyes focused on the group of fighters. She couldn't help the tiny Yas! that burst out of her as the two baby senshi in the arena both managed to hit the weird shadow monster. She flinched as the beast tore through the male senshi's arm.
Just let them make it though she thought. Just let them survive. Let Ida survive.
The four that the weird guard things had taken were all from White Moon and for a moment Verlaine found her eyes lingering on the one with the flowers in her hair and the wings at her side, her outfit of white and purple and orange...
Because she glowed - honest to truly glowed - with a purple light and all that she could see from the bars of her cell.
Then she watched as they were shepherded into a group before the Sauron-wannabe who sat on the opposite side to where her cell lay.
No. No. Sat was the wrong word for it. The word squat much more accurate.
Like a spider in the midst of its web, but in this case the web was made up of yet more of those weird guard things.
Verlaine watched.
Watched face pale from the bars of her cell as the guard things on the sand pressed 'weapons' into the hands of those that they had taken but even from where she stood they looked really crappy and flimsy.
Really, really flimsy.
Not that she was any expert.
It seemed though the guard things were finally done, a soft bugle blowing from somewhere as the Sauron sent a claw-shaped appendage slicing down and with a start she realised that the guard things were gone save for two... And they had been joined by some sort sort of beast-like creature, black and rippling.
Verlaine couldn't help herself, she took a few steps back at the sight of it, the need to put some sort of physical distance between it and her strong - despite the fact that it was up there and away from her.
She came back though, was in time to hear the man with the funky hair style and visor-obscuring his eyes yell out something that was to be honest - well completely incomprehensible.
She couldn't help but cheer as the mohawked-lady garbed in blues and white managed land a blow, but then her expression turned to a horrified wince at the yell from the senshi with the knife, the fabric of her overlay scrunching in her hand as her eyes screwed shut.
They didn't stay shut for long though, a part of her unable to stop watching, hand still scrunched in her overlay.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 4:04 pm
Methone's arms were slowly hanging outside the bars, as she watched the fight go down. The two smaller senshi were doing their best, but it was mostly going to rely on the orchid one if they wanted to finish the creature off.
it was lucky most of them were order. Otherwise they wouldn't just be worrying about shadow beast. Her eyes wandered to the chaos orientated cellmates.
She wasn't above sacrificing them for herself and her two boys.
Verlaine had thought that she would be ready when at last the guard things came for her.
After all it wasn't the first time that they'd come and gone.
Post that first dreadful battle, the guards had come four times and each time as she'd watched, pale faced from her cell, they had taken more people out.
And each time when it was over there had been less to return.
After the third such time, Verlaine thought that she'd heard mentions in snippets of suggestions that they try to work together. Not anyone that she could put a face to, suggesting perhaps that they weren't in her immediate vicinity or perhaps it was something that she had dreamed - something not that unlikely given that in the few moments she managed to sleep, such sleep that was snatched was poor and intermixed with screams and growls and the sounds of weapons.
But even if those snippets had just been her imagination, Verlaine was willing to work with the others if it would get her out of there - even with the White Moon - despite from (what she'd heard) them being misguided.
Because if they all worked together then perhaps they could find a way to get out of this - to find a way home.
And she desperately wanted to just go home.
Home to her aunt and to her big sister and to Mr Patches.
But Mr Patches was lost, dropped somewhere in Destiny City in the alley way where she had been waiting for her patrol partner and where the guard things had taken her.
And Destiny City was far away. So very far away...
Then had come the next battle and she had found that whilst the watching was awful and terrible - not being able to see... Being sealed away whilst people bled and people died - that was actually worse.
She had ripped the navy overlay that she had once been so proud off from the flowing black dress that lay underneath at that point and then had worked at ripping the navy material into crude strips... Or at least the facsimile of strips.
These she had piled into a pile near to her cell door as she tried to think of a way to try and get them to those who needed it.
Because if they worked together whilst they still outnumbered the Mr Sauron-wannabe then perhaps there was a chance that they would get out of it - that they could go home...
She held onto that thought even as the mist rose - originating from a location she was unable to see - the 'mist' weirdly oily and having the side effect of turning her limbs to stone.
Well at least it felt like stone, her body unable to move from position, as the guards came and took yet more people to fight as sacrifices for Mr Sauron.
She had watched so many being taken to fight that it was perhaps something of an anticlimax when the guards finally came for her - came to 'escort' her down to the cold sands of the arena.
Dishevelled as she was, Verlaine walked, tiredness making her steps slow and as as she walked she did her best to keep her head held high - despite the dull, cold stone of fear that sat like a rock in her stomach.
She wanted to live. She was going to live and she was happy to work with the others being dragged out along with her so that they could live too.
After all they were all in this together and if they all worked together to get through this then perhaps home would be a little closer.
Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 5:40 pm
[Tantalus, cluster 3, watching Battle 1]
It was the second night, and Tantalus was starting to feel an increasing, sinking sense of terror. There was no other way to describe what he was feeling.
And the night before, he had felt a shot of incredible pain in his starseed. He wasn't sure what had caused it, and as far as he could tell no one else felt it, but it had felt like something being torn away from him - even though as far as he could tell there was no reason he should feel that way. Was there something going on on Earth? Something wrong in Mirrorspace, or with the Court, that he couldn't reach?
God, he should be there, not here. He needed to survive, to get home, to be with Damocles again - he was so used to falling asleep in his fiance's arms, his sleep had been restless and light and far too easily disturbed without him.
And yet he was also glad Damocles wasn't here. Watching him fight for his life would have been hell.
And that was clearly what the King intended - to put them all through hell, because even though he wasn't part of the first fight group, he was still being forced to watch. They all were. Two Senshi, a Page, and an officer, tossed into the ring against things so much more powerful than any of them.
If the goal was to induce fear, it was working. He was terrified. He was terrified of death, or of something worse - terrified of being food for the King, to gorge him. Because eh could not think of a more hellishly undignified way to die than to be consumed by a glutinous, mad beast of a man.
