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thearena2014-06-13 01:36 am
sithcretapprentice) wrote in thearena2014-06-13 01:36 am
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Smoked Sith for dinner
Who| Starkiller and any witnesses
What| Starkiller attacks the forcefield
Where| Edge of town/Center of town
When| The very beginning of Hellarena 2
Warnings/Notes| Nothing really?
Starkiller never told anyone his plan. There was less risk that way- if they knew what he was planning, then surely they would have cut his power off before he had the opportunity to do it. So it had been in the back of his mind, ever since he'd regained his powers for that brief amount of time. He hadn't had the opportunity to do it the first time, but that only gave him time to prepare. He'd seen forcefields that were similar to that of the Capitol's design. If he overloaded them with electricity, he had the feeling that it would cause them to shut down.
Was he sure? No. Was he hopeful? Yes.
For too long, he'd been at the Capitol's mercy- everyone had. He'd remained quiet, obedient and allowed them to dictate what he did and what he said. He bowed to a new master, after his previous one betrayed him. He didn't like it, but he knew better than to disobey them when they could do whatever they wanted with him, whenever they wanted. But it was time to show them that he wasn't theirs to control. He was tired of having a master; he'd experienced freedom and he wasn't going to give it up again.
And what better way, than in the middle of an arena? Yes, he hoped that he would be victorious. That the forcefields would fail and that everyone could escape. A part of him was doing it in the hope that he could rescue the people who weren't cut out for this, or the people that he had managed to befriend in his time in the Capitol. But it was more than that. It was a statement, one that would speak far louder than words ever could.
So the moment that the sirens began, he was on the move. He'd already scoped out a good spot in advanced, so it didn't take him very long at all to get there. It was a clearer spot, no trees or buildings nearby so that he had plenty of room and access to the forcefield. He wanted to make sure that he could maximize the amount of power directed at the forcefield. Once he was there, there wasn't any sort of hesitation. He was absolutely sure about what he was going to do, regardless of what happened.
Starkiller drew in a breath, held his hands out palm up at his sides and let the power flow through him. ith lightning crackled in his palms, running up and down his arms. Then, he thrust his hands forward, unleashing all of the power he could muster at the forcefield, letting out an almost feral growl as he did so. It didn't take long before he realized that it wasn't going to work, at least not in the way that he intended for it to. Just as soon as the electricity began flowing through the forcefield, he could feel his powers ebbing away. Before he knew it, the electricity was rebounding on him.
He could hardly muster a yell before it exploded and everything went dark. The explosion sent his body flying, only to hit the forcefield and then crash back downward, landing in the middle of the town. His body was charred and smoking a little, and anyone could see that he was dead. Needless to say, things hadn't ended the way he had hoped they would.
[[OOC: This can be a mingle sort of thing- anyone is free to witness the initial attack on the forcefield, as well as him crashing back down after hitting the forcefield. He's dead, so there's not really going to be any responses from him.]]
What| Starkiller attacks the forcefield
Where| Edge of town/Center of town
When| The very beginning of Hellarena 2
Warnings/Notes| Nothing really?
Starkiller never told anyone his plan. There was less risk that way- if they knew what he was planning, then surely they would have cut his power off before he had the opportunity to do it. So it had been in the back of his mind, ever since he'd regained his powers for that brief amount of time. He hadn't had the opportunity to do it the first time, but that only gave him time to prepare. He'd seen forcefields that were similar to that of the Capitol's design. If he overloaded them with electricity, he had the feeling that it would cause them to shut down.
Was he sure? No. Was he hopeful? Yes.
For too long, he'd been at the Capitol's mercy- everyone had. He'd remained quiet, obedient and allowed them to dictate what he did and what he said. He bowed to a new master, after his previous one betrayed him. He didn't like it, but he knew better than to disobey them when they could do whatever they wanted with him, whenever they wanted. But it was time to show them that he wasn't theirs to control. He was tired of having a master; he'd experienced freedom and he wasn't going to give it up again.
And what better way, than in the middle of an arena? Yes, he hoped that he would be victorious. That the forcefields would fail and that everyone could escape. A part of him was doing it in the hope that he could rescue the people who weren't cut out for this, or the people that he had managed to befriend in his time in the Capitol. But it was more than that. It was a statement, one that would speak far louder than words ever could.
So the moment that the sirens began, he was on the move. He'd already scoped out a good spot in advanced, so it didn't take him very long at all to get there. It was a clearer spot, no trees or buildings nearby so that he had plenty of room and access to the forcefield. He wanted to make sure that he could maximize the amount of power directed at the forcefield. Once he was there, there wasn't any sort of hesitation. He was absolutely sure about what he was going to do, regardless of what happened.
Starkiller drew in a breath, held his hands out palm up at his sides and let the power flow through him. ith lightning crackled in his palms, running up and down his arms. Then, he thrust his hands forward, unleashing all of the power he could muster at the forcefield, letting out an almost feral growl as he did so. It didn't take long before he realized that it wasn't going to work, at least not in the way that he intended for it to. Just as soon as the electricity began flowing through the forcefield, he could feel his powers ebbing away. Before he knew it, the electricity was rebounding on him.
He could hardly muster a yell before it exploded and everything went dark. The explosion sent his body flying, only to hit the forcefield and then crash back downward, landing in the middle of the town. His body was charred and smoking a little, and anyone could see that he was dead. Needless to say, things hadn't ended the way he had hoped they would.
[[OOC: This can be a mingle sort of thing- anyone is free to witness the initial attack on the forcefield, as well as him crashing back down after hitting the forcefield. He's dead, so there's not really going to be any responses from him.]]
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"The fog," Sabriel said aloud, puzzling it over even as she clutched her crowbar warily, "It hasn't come back yet, even though it's not as hot, and we can't use our powers."
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"He may have been looking for a way to escape. The force field ensures we remain confined in the Arena, after all."
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