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thearena2014-12-26 10:20 am
nineofwands) wrote in thearena2014-12-26 10:20 am
[Closed] The cat who ate the canary
Who| Cassian and Aang
What| Cassian tries to do his thing resulting in Aang accidentally doing his
Where| Some hallway somewhere
When| Late week 1
Warnings/Notes| Death, attempted violence
After losing the most important item he could have received shortly after leaving the cornucopia, Cass' luck hadn't really picked up at all -not that he'd ever had much to begin with. He'd kept the boots because they weren't as loud as the ones he'd been given initially and he'd kept the screwdriver because it seemed like a good way to stab people in a pinch. The key, however, seemed about as useless as anything and he very nearly threw it out on multiple occasions. Still, it was one of the few things he had, so he kept it with him. Who knew, maybe he could choke someone with it.
Speaking of choking someone, he hadn't done any killing at all and it had been a week. He'd thought things would be more direct than this, forcing him into a position where killing would be necessary; so far, he'd just noticed people were largely hiding and banding together like packs of dogs.
If the doctor heard him use that reference, he'd tell Cassian he was insulting dogs by comparing them to 'this rabble' or whatever useless big word Jezebel would come up with. That thought almost made him smile.
Cassian's thoughts cut short as he spied a boy at the end of the hall. He seemed to be alone and that looked like as good a sign as any that Cassian should get back to what he was good at. Silent as a shadow, Cass slipped into a dark empty room to wait for his target to pass.
What| Cassian tries to do his thing resulting in Aang accidentally doing his
Where| Some hallway somewhere
When| Late week 1
Warnings/Notes| Death, attempted violence
After losing the most important item he could have received shortly after leaving the cornucopia, Cass' luck hadn't really picked up at all -not that he'd ever had much to begin with. He'd kept the boots because they weren't as loud as the ones he'd been given initially and he'd kept the screwdriver because it seemed like a good way to stab people in a pinch. The key, however, seemed about as useless as anything and he very nearly threw it out on multiple occasions. Still, it was one of the few things he had, so he kept it with him. Who knew, maybe he could choke someone with it.
Speaking of choking someone, he hadn't done any killing at all and it had been a week. He'd thought things would be more direct than this, forcing him into a position where killing would be necessary; so far, he'd just noticed people were largely hiding and banding together like packs of dogs.
If the doctor heard him use that reference, he'd tell Cassian he was insulting dogs by comparing them to 'this rabble' or whatever useless big word Jezebel would come up with. That thought almost made him smile.
Cassian's thoughts cut short as he spied a boy at the end of the hall. He seemed to be alone and that looked like as good a sign as any that Cassian should get back to what he was good at. Silent as a shadow, Cass slipped into a dark empty room to wait for his target to pass.
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Maybe he should have real food. The air here was all wrong. It was making him sick.
He could feel the shift in the ground and the air when someone moved, but he dismissed it. The arena hummed with movement. Aliens, robots, other tributes. He just perked his ears and kept walking.
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The shadow among shadows waited for his target to pass the door, his defenses so clearly down that Cassian briefly wondered what was wrong with him, before the assassin struck. He lunged out of the shadows, nearly silent as he slipped in behind Aang and surged forward with the screwdriver in hand. If he lodged it in the back of the boy's neck, he could sever the spinal column and at least make it quick.
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He reacted immediately. He ducked, sweeping out his leg and bending the air around him, intending to knock his attacker's legs out from under him and push him back with a powerful gust of wind.
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What he wasn't prepared for was the very air turning against him and shoving him back away from his target. It knocked him back and caused him to stumble and fall, it was only his reflexes that saved him from smashing his face into the floor in the process.
He didn't let himself think about it or question it, he had to attack and relentlessly otherwise whatever magic or alchemy this guy was pulling was going to cost Cassian his advantage. He jumped to his feet and lunged again, this time feinting one way before coming in the other and hoping it would throw his target off enough to land a hit.
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Aang pulls all the air towards him, throwing up a vortex around him. His technique was sloppy and he had far too much power behind it because of the fever that was beginning to overtake him with the sores, but he just wanted the attacker to go away so he could go find a place to heal himself. He didn't notice how he was really grabbing at all the air.
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But that was because it was all being drawn towards the kid he'd been trying to kill, as if he was controlling it. How was that even possible? Magic didn't exist, it was a ploy made by smart people to make stupid people scared of them or respect them, and yet there wasn't any trick he could think of that could draw air out of a person that fast.
A look of confusion covered his face as blue-tinged lips mouthed the word 'what'before his oxygen-deprived body shut down, sending him to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Time for Ruffnut to come in after next tag?
"I told you to leave me alone!"
He didn't feel the shift in the air that he should. He didn't feel person's breath circulating.
"Are you..." He inched closer. He saw the bluish lips. The purpling complexion. "No. No no no no no..."
Aang knelt by the body, opening its mouth before trying to force air into it, swirling his hand and pushing breath in and willing it to reinflate the lungs, all while he kept muttering, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, just breathe, then you can go away and survive a little longer--"