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thearena2013-05-03 07:39 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thearena2013-05-03 07:39 pm
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Who| Anyone left in then arena, particularly anyone who wants to die.
What| A dragon. Yep.
Where| The areas around Rivers of America.
When| Dusk, late in the week.
Warnings/Notes| See below.
The areas around New Orleans Square and Frontierland have been appealing lately.
Rich, delicious smell have been coming from them, at first very subtle, but today rich. Smells that by pass your nose an sneak into your brain that something good and delicious is here. The trees are blooming, the animals scurrying around seem almost friendly. And, you know, easy to catch. It just feels nicer over there.
Anyone near the River's of America could see the ripples that day, if they were looking. They were the pattern of something large moving under the water, but anyone who'd spent time around the river knew it was certainly not deep enough to hold something that big.
Must just be ducks diving.
Just as the final rays of dusk began to fade from the sky, music began to once again play over the loud speakers. What might have once been an epic song was reedy, broken and old, the eerie tune warbling through the quiet air before sputtering out into heavy silence.
And then the water burst up, and up, and up with a massive roar.
The beast was massive, black wings stretching up towards the sky as it's body writhed out of the water, shaking the ground as it stepped on to it. It was hungry, it was pissed, and it was not happy to be at Disneyland.
And, as it opened it's massive jaw to screech it's rages at the sky, it let out a blast of fire that arched up to the sky, flattening against the previously invisible forcefield above it's head.
And then it started to move. To seek out prey. And to leave it's mark all over.
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See the sub threads below for the timeline of the night, and then hop in.
This dragon mutt isn't very smart, and is woundable, but too dense to kill (at least before the gamemakers short circuit it.) It's covered in hard scales, and does breath fire in short blasts, although it takes a minutes or so to build up after a blast. Feel free to NPC and handwave the dragon as needed for your threads.
Most of the buildings in Splash Mountain, New Orleans Square and Frontierland are smouldering and burned out after this, and a few still actively burning, but the fire doesn't leave the areas.
It is also ediable, if you are so inclined, but incredibly tough and not very tasty. It also causes vague nausea, but won't kill you.
Although technically the subthreads are the top-level comments, any replies to those three will count as "top-level" comment in regards to activity.
What| A dragon. Yep.
Where| The areas around Rivers of America.
When| Dusk, late in the week.
Warnings/Notes| See below.
The areas around New Orleans Square and Frontierland have been appealing lately.
Rich, delicious smell have been coming from them, at first very subtle, but today rich. Smells that by pass your nose an sneak into your brain that something good and delicious is here. The trees are blooming, the animals scurrying around seem almost friendly. And, you know, easy to catch. It just feels nicer over there.
Anyone near the River's of America could see the ripples that day, if they were looking. They were the pattern of something large moving under the water, but anyone who'd spent time around the river knew it was certainly not deep enough to hold something that big.
Must just be ducks diving.
Just as the final rays of dusk began to fade from the sky, music began to once again play over the loud speakers. What might have once been an epic song was reedy, broken and old, the eerie tune warbling through the quiet air before sputtering out into heavy silence.
And then the water burst up, and up, and up with a massive roar.
The beast was massive, black wings stretching up towards the sky as it's body writhed out of the water, shaking the ground as it stepped on to it. It was hungry, it was pissed, and it was not happy to be at Disneyland.
And, as it opened it's massive jaw to screech it's rages at the sky, it let out a blast of fire that arched up to the sky, flattening against the previously invisible forcefield above it's head.
And then it started to move. To seek out prey. And to leave it's mark all over.
---
See the sub threads below for the timeline of the night, and then hop in.
This dragon mutt isn't very smart, and is woundable, but too dense to kill (at least before the gamemakers short circuit it.) It's covered in hard scales, and does breath fire in short blasts, although it takes a minutes or so to build up after a blast. Feel free to NPC and handwave the dragon as needed for your threads.
Most of the buildings in Splash Mountain, New Orleans Square and Frontierland are smouldering and burned out after this, and a few still actively burning, but the fire doesn't leave the areas.
It is also ediable, if you are so inclined, but incredibly tough and not very tasty. It also causes vague nausea, but won't kill you.
Although technically the subthreads are the top-level comments, any replies to those three will count as "top-level" comment in regards to activity.
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Just, please stay down. She will beg you to do it.
Peggy is crouched beside her breathing heavily, hair a tangled nasty mess as she hunkers down behind the crumbling stone. Her vision is somewhat hazy as she lifts the skirt of her tattered dress and stares at the wound that had been slowly recovering until she had pulled that little stunt.
"Damn."
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"There's a dragon." She's staring up above, eyes wide. There's a freaking dragon. They're going to die from dragon...
She's freaking out.
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She's down now. Her hands are shaking hard and she doubts she could make another dash for it even if it meant saving her life.
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Yeah.
She's staying down. Until she can get help anyways. "What do we do?"
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"Do our damned hardest to survive." Peggy grimaces and looks over at her. She isn't looking at good odds here.
"It can only chase one of us."
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She swallows the bitter taste of what persists in feeling like cowardice, nodding as she moves to shift into running position. Some hero she's been since getting here. Maybe this is why Batman's always ignoring her.
"On the count of three?"
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Peggy opens her mouth to say something, anything, reassuring about what they were about to do, but the words wouldn't come. This was a tactical retreat. There was nothing cowardly about it. There wasn't anything cowardly in surviving, but what good were those words when they both very likely were about to die?
She nodded, expression hardening while the dragon roared its frustration behind them.
The ground shook around them and heat sizzled above their heads.
She held up three fingers and mouthed 'one...two...'
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On the count of three, she runs, trying to ignore the cold pit in her stomach. World's bursting into flames, and she's almost hoping that the thing goes after her instead of Peggy. She shouldn't be feeling cold. She's out of adrenalin, though.