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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 12:57 pm
The bullet hurt, and Jordan hissed through his teeth. But he'd hurt worse in the past and he'd hurt worse in the future.
Claw sliced into his arms and chest. He let go of Rep's wrist and grabbed two handfuls of Rep's shirt, shoving him sharply back against the wall and staring into his eyes. "Because if we don't," he snarled, "OUR Harrison is going to die in that bed without ever waking up."
HP: 33/50
Using Bishop ability: Evasion - A Bishop may choose to negate one player's action. They can only do this once per battle/ tournament. Your bishop must state using the action and then select their target. The targeted player does 0 attack, defense, or heals their next turn. Passive abilities can still apply.
Target: Rep
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Eight rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 12:59 pm
Was Rep stupid?! The corner of Candace's eye twitched, she shot a look to Atropos.
"If this Harrison doesn't die, the real Harrison will never wake up, Rep." She spoke calmly but coldly. She jumped when she heard Candace cry out in pain after another gunshot went off, turning just as the woman put a hand to her thigh and hissed.
The crystal glowed and Candace moved away from Jerry, wanting to get out of the way for him to do what he needed to do. Candace tore off a part of the bottom of her dress to wrap it around her thigh as a makeshift bandage, allowing Atropos to do the same for her shoulder. This was for Harrison. They needed to do this.
"Go for it, Jerry. If he attacks you again I've got it."
Character: Atropos
HP: 44/50
Target: Jerry
Defended: 8
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Toshihiko Two rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:02 pm
"Save it," Harrison snarled, but this time the bullet didn't hit anything but concrete, "just...just ********- sh-s**t,"
He was choking on the words.
"I can't s...see," he stumbled back. trying to wipe his eyes with his arm, and the gun went off again, echoing off the room's gigantic walls.
Both guns were heavy.
Dozy fell to the floor.
Jerry stayed close, like the wolf he was named for, circling, hungry. Harrison was tired of the dancing around. He fisted in his free hand in Jerry's stupid hawaiin shirt, and nothing- it meant nothing-
"Why," he implored with a half-sob, "Why's it gotta be me, why..?"
B0nez felt frantically for his glasses, gripping the eye normally bound by an eyepatch. "No," he cried, in conjunction with Rep, "no no no no no no-"
HP: 80
Dmg: nothing
Target: Jerry
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Bilious rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:07 pm
Everything was a blurr of adrenalhin. This wasn't real. He wasn't here. He was in his Jerry Place. His eyes were closed as the shard was swung, sinking horrifyingly easily into the King's chest.
When Jerry opened his eyes, they were streaming with tears. "I'm sorry..." He whispered to his King.
HP: 50/50
Damage:
USING CHARGED SHARD
Target: Harrison
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:32 pm
Rep met Jordan's gaze, rattled out of his hysteria by being slammed against the wall, dazed and confused, hands shaking as the claws dismissed. There was a lump in his throat and it felt like he couldn't breathe. He was right, he was right. He couldn't watch Harrison waste away because he didn't have the strength to do this.
But where he was he could only watch over Jordan's shoulder as Jerry stabbed the crystal, vivid with it's charge, into what to every appearance, every personality quirk, was one of two people in the entire world he truly loved.
He screamed and the sound of helpless anguish he made sounded neither human nor animal, just a raw roar of rage and hurt, it was as if he'd been the one stabbed instead.
HP: 60/60
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:14 pm
Jerry couldn't answer him either. All this time, when he was gearing for war- the Voice, or someone outside the tournament, had already killed his best.
And he had given his power, his trust, his pledges of love and safety, to the things that wore their skins.
How could he have missed it? How could he have not known?
A coma, they said, but it didn't feel like a dream. The explosion of searing, rib-breaking pain felt real. So did the pumping shudders of his heart rebelling against the stake. It re-impaled itself with every attempt. A buzz of adrenaline was the only thing to come to his rescue. He fell, light-headed slumping on the floor beside B0nez. His blood was warm.
"No, no, no," B0nez repeated, gasping like a fish. He rolled over, clutching at his own heart like he had been stabbed. His eyepatch fell away. "I'll be back, we'll be back, we'll- ah! Ahh, it hurts!"
Their skin hissed. The miasma was already leaving them. Skin melted away from B0nez's face, skull bare in the harsh fluorescent light. His jaw rocked back in a familiar grin.
Harrison rattled out breaths, fast and close together, as his throat collapsed and his heart seized. His gaze was distant.
"Help," he asked, weak, a last pleading word, "Rep-"
He wasn't asking for the Rep that was in the room.
Neither of the Kings had ever worn a crown.
But buried in B0nez's eye socket, round and blue, was an eerie, sparkling gem.
There was a final billow of blue smoke, eating up even the bones, and Harrison, B0nez, and the gem disappeared. The building quaked, although whether it was related or not, it was hard to say. The world was falling apart.
What was left was the stairs.
HP: autokill
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:20 pm
The sobbing. She couldn't take the sobbing. Candace closed her eyes, humming desperately in an attempt to block him out. This Harrison had to die to get the real one back. They were doing this because they loved him...easy in theory, difficult and painful in practice.
She fell to her knees as Jerry stabbed Harrison with the crystal, covering her ears when she heard Rep scream and tightly closing her eyes. Stop it. No. Stop it. Stop it. She couldn't hear this, couldn't see this. But it was too late, she'd seen the look of pain and betrayal on Harrison's face before he'd finally died. This was all too ******** up, whoever was responsible for this was so sick and twisted.
They didn't have time to cry, this world was falling apart on top of them and they only had so much time to get Harrison back. And then there was the matter of the ********. There wasn't enough time.
"W..we need to keep going." She managed to get out, her voice and body shaking even as Atropos helped her to her feet. She clutched the woman's arm desperately like a sort of life line, as if letting go of Atropos would spell disaster for the woman. They didn't have time to cry, and this fake Harrison shouldn't be who they mourned over. The only Harrison who mattered was their Harrison, the real one. She took a few steps toward the stairs, glancing once toward where Harrison and B0nez had been lying as they perished.
There was no time. They couldn't just stand here. "We need to get Harrison back." Now that the fake was dead they could finally go after the real thing.
HP: 44/50
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:23 pm
Jordan leaned against Rep, closing his eyes again in a desperate effort to pretend that tears weren't welling in his eyes. "It's not him," he whispered around the lump in his throat. "We had to do this. We had to."
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:30 pm
He'd seen Harrison die too many times. Too many ******** times. He should never have seen it even once. Once, killed by illusion fire at the hands of Medea, he'd thought he was going to lose it. But right here, in this moment, in this place, a hundred thousands times worse, he couldn't handle it.
It didn't matter that it had been a fragment, who the hell defined what alive even ******** was? He remembered a life, remembered everything as if it had been his own. Looking out on a life, a life of hope and promise, corruption and villainy but family.
As Harrison spoke, his dying words felt like they ripped Rep's heart from his chest.
He hoped he found him, that other Rep, the other Jordan. Somewhere.
But here and now this Rep couldn't do it. There had been no magical awakening, no resolution, no Harrison there with him awake. All there'd been was pain, disappointment and memories he wouldn't forget. And Rep, who felt everything so intensely just couldn't cope. He couldn't even shut down, the pain was too agonising to handle, like trying to close a steel door over a thousand tons of rushing water. He just threw his face against Jordan's chest, clenched his hands in his shirt and sobbed, his voice raw, wanting to just slide to the floor and stay there.
There was no time, but there was no point.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:59 pm
Rep broke down into sobs and Candace's heart stopped. This man, this man who had betrayed his own ******** team, was mourning the loss of a figment. He was wasting time that could be used to save the real Harrison. Her fists clenched tightly, trembling with fury and mild envy over wanting to do the exact thing he was doing.
But she couldn't. She couldn't cry. She had a mission to accomplish, a friend to wake up.
"Rep. Get up." She spoke coldly, turning on her heel to face the man sobbing into Jordan's chest. "If you don't get the ******** up and stop crying, Harrison will never wake up." The very idea of that happening made her heart race with fear, further fueling the adrenaline coursing through her body and making her shake. "We had. No. Choice. Were you not listening to a goddamn thing Mark said? Kill the king, save Harrison."
Her eyes narrowed, a few tears escaping them and rolling down her cheeks. She wanted to cry, cry as she had when she had thought H was dead.
...He'd put her down for that. It was a vague memory, but when she had been broken at her lowest point, he had stomped all over her desire to just break down and cry.
She should be the better person. She should let him cry, scream, sob. Were time not an important factor right now, and had he not done to her what he had done, she would let Rep cry. "We don't have time to cry like babies," she choked, "we have to keep ******** moving. This place is collapsing around us, the world is crumbling, and if it does before we find Harrison he won't wake up. He'll be dead!" She was trying so hard not to raise her voice but it was hard. She wanted to yell and scream, to pull him up on his feet and drag him up the stairs even if he kicked and screamed.
Her legs threatened to give out from under her as she shook, catching herself on Atropos for balance. "You're willing to attack and kill people you call your friends, people you claim you love. You're so ******** willing to turn on us, but when it comes time to be ******** useful you break down like a sissy little girl whose doll just broke?!" All the anger she had been holding in since he killed her and Atropos was spilling out. She had wanted to keep her cool, to hold it together until she was sure Harrison was okay and even then hold it together until she was alone, but Rep was hitting her absolute last nerve.
"Now get up. You didn..didn't let me mourn when I thought the ma-man I love--" Candace's voice broke, her breath catching in her throat as she fought back a sob. "W-was dead. And he was real, and there wasn't anything I could ******** do to save him!" It wasn't fair. It wasn't. He needed to man up as he would say. "But you can save him! You can get up on your ******** feet, man up, and wake up Harrison. You have that ability." Atropos squeezed Candace's shoulder, unsure of what else to do to calm her ghoul. Candace shook her off. "You know how to save Harrison and instead you're WASTING TIME WE DON'T ******** HAVE!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:05 pm
Jordan turned his head slowly to look at Candace, cold and distant, as though she was some alien thing. "Shut the hell up," he said. He touched Rep's shoulder, gently, and guided him towards the stairs. All that was left.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:09 pm
"No, Jordan. For once I'm not going to let him go without hearing what he needs to hear." Candace hissed, standing tall and defiant despite the tears making her makeup run and look a complete mess. "He didn't give me the courtesy to mourn over a real person, he doesn't deserve to be able to mourn over a fake." She let them pass her, not wanting Rep behind her. She would go up the stairs after they had lead the way.
((Exit))
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:19 pm
Rep was somewhere far away, a place in his mind where someone else was sobbing, where someone else was clinging to Jordan. Candace's words were honest and true, as words spoken in emotion often were but they couldn't reattach himself to that intolerable pain. He couldn't stir himself to action, he couldn't agree with her, he couldn't act.
Harrison needed their help, but forever living in the now, Rep couldn't see an end to this suffering, the same way he hadn't been able to in the hospital sitting indefinitely over that bed.
He didn't get angry at Candace, simply looked up from Jordan's chest, vivid blue eyes rimmed with red and stared at her. Jerry had his Jerry place, Rep, in moments of utmost stress and emotions had his own, a place where even anger couldn't reach him. He held onto Jordan as they moved towards the stairs, following because he couldn't stand to be alone.
Tracey waited patiently, his expression absolutely unreadable as they left for the stairs, before following.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 5:38 pm
Jerry's breath had left him as the King and King's Assistant had pulled away, shouting, curling in miasma smoke but the voices were distant, unintelligible. He felt a thick hand on his shoulder, Harrison's blood still warm on his chest even as it began to dissolve into miasma as well.
He had done what they couldn't have. That was why they had brought him.
He said nothing, clutching his hands where the shard had vanished with Harrison to his chest, and with Roar's help, followed silently after as the world crashed down around them.
[EXIT]
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